He shrugged. "Maybe."
"The nursing staff seemed more interested in your boyfriends than in you," Fox said.
"Well," I said, "it's hard to compete when the guys are this cute."
Micah came around and took my other hand. He ran his finger over the new scar. "You've finally got one on your right arm."
I sighed. "My only unscarred arm. Damn."
Fox said, "I come all the way down here to tell you what you missed, and I don't think you give a damn."
I smiled at Fox. "Truthfully, I'm just glad to be alive. When I hit that marble, I knew I was hurt."
His face went very serious. "Yeah, you were hurt. We all thought..." He waved it away. "It doesn't matter what we thought. When you went down, the zombie attacked Salvia. We couldn't stop him. Not to mention he had a shooter in the cemetery."
"I remember Salvia saying something about not shooting me now. That the zombie was up and it wouldn't help anything."
"He wasn't delaying to be irritating. He was delaying to give the new hit man time to get to the cemetery. The idea was that with you dead or badly injured, they'd have more time to think of a plan C."
"Plan C? What happened to plan A and B?"
Micah began to rub his thumb over my knuckles in small circles. Nathaniel pressed my hand against his chest. Whatever I was about to hear, I wasn't going to like it.
Fox told me, "After you and Micah went to a different hotel, a salesman checked into the room that we'd reserved for Marshal Kirkland. The salesman was shot in his room. Then the killer put a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door and probably took a plane to a different country. A very clean, very professional hit. Micah wanting a romantic weekend may have saved your lives."
Micah kept stroking my hand, and Nathaniel kept holding on, as if there was more to come.
"Salvia must have gotten the shock of his life when he got word that Marshal Anita Blake was coming to raise the zombie. He scrambled around and hired a not-so-clean, not-so-professional hit."
"But it almost worked," Micah said.
"I finally remembered where I knew Salvia's name from," I said. "He's a lawyer for some old-fashioned mob, real hard-core Italian."
Fox nodded.
"If I understood what Salvia and Rose were arguing about, then Georgie is the son of the head of that family. He's a pedophile, and Salvia and others had helped cover it up."
"Yes."
"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Fox, didn't you think the son's family would try to stop the testimony?"
"Old-fashioned mob does not attack federal officers. It's bad for business," Fox said.
"Old-fashioned is the operative phrase here, Fox. If what's left of the Italian mob found out one of their own had hidden a violent pedophile, even his own son, the Feds would be the least of Georgie boy's family's worries. The other mobsters would clean house on their own long before subpoenas and trial dates caught up with them."
"In retrospect, you're right," he said.
"In retrospect, you could have gotten Anita killed," Micah said.
Fox took in a lot of air and let it out slow. "You're right, Micah. I almost f**ked up your life again."
I frowned at them both. "What are you guys talking about now?"
"When Micah was in a bed like you are now, I told him that I had wanted to put out an alert two days before he and his uncle and cousin went hunting. I wanted to put out an alert to keep the hunters out of the woods, but I wasn't the agent in charge. Hell, I was just the Indian who got lucky, because some of the first kills were on Indian land. I was outvoted, and I liked my career more than I liked the idea of saving lives. I told Micah that I owed him for that." Fox looked at all of us. "And now I owe him again, because we should have taken more precautions for your safety."
I looked at him. "I didn't think the FBI was allowed to admit they were wrong."
He smiled, but not like he was entirely happy. "If you tell anyone, I'll deny it."