"Yeah, mine, too." She looked at me sort of sideways and then said, "They talk about you in the training. Anita Blake, the first female vampire executioner. You still have the highest kill count of any marshal."
"I've been doing it longer," I said.
"There's only eight of you from the early days," she said.
"There were more of us than that," I said.
"They either retired early like your friend Manny Rodriguez, or they . . ." She was suddenly very interested in getting her clothes in a drawer. "Is it okay if I take the top drawer?"
"Fine, you're taller."
She smiled, a little nervous around the edges. "It's okay, Karlton," I said. "I know the mortality rate was high when the vampire executioners first started serving warrants."
She put her clothes in the drawer, closed it, and then looked at me, sort of sideways, again. "Why did the mortality rate among the executioners go up after the warrant system was put in place? The books all say it went up, way up, but it doesn't explain why."
I knelt down and she gave me enough room to put my clothes in the bottom drawer. I thought about how to answer her. "Before warrants, vampire hunters weren't always particular about how they killed. We didn't have to defend it in court, so we were a little more trigger happy. After the warrant system some hunters hesitated, worried about what would happen if they couldn't defend it in court and ended up on murder charges. Remember, back then we had no badges. Some of us went to jail for murder even though the vampire killed was confirmed as a serial killer. It made some of us hesitate to kill. Hesitation will get you killed."
"We have badges now."
"Yeah, and officially we're cops, but make no mistake, Karlton, we are still executioners. A policeman's main job is to prevent harm to others. Most of them go twenty years and never draw their gun in the line of duty, not matter what you see on television." I laid shirts on top of bras and underwear in the drawer. "Our main job is to kill people; that's not what cops do."
"We don't kill people, we kill monsters."
I smiled, but knew it was bitter. "Pretty to think so."
"What does that mean?"
"How old are you?"