"Was there forced entry?"
"No."
"Someone he knew then," I said.
"Maybe."
I glanced at Robert's still form. "Could we finish this discussion in another room?"
"This one bother you?"
"I knew him, Dolph. I might not have liked him, but I knew him."
Dolph nodded. "You can finish telling me all about it in the nursery."
I looked at him. I could feel myself going pale. I was not up to seeing what Monica would have done with a nursery. "You're developing a mean streak, Dolph."
"Can't seem to get past the fact you're dating the Master of the City, Anita. Just can't shake it."
"You want to punish me because I'm dating a vampire?"
He looked at me, a long searching look. I didn't look away. "I want you to not date him."
"You're not my dad."
"Does your family know?"
I did look away then. "No."
"They're Catholic, aren't they?"
"I am not going to have this discussion with you, Dolph."
"You need to have it with someone," he said.
"Maybe, but not with you."
"Look at him, Anita. Look at him, and tell me you could sleep with that."
"Drop it," I said.
"I can't."
We stared at each other. I was not going to stand here and explain my relationship with Jean-Claude to Dolph. It wasn't any of his business. "Then we have a problem."
There was a knock on the door. "Not now," Dolph said.
"Come in," I said.
The door opened. Goody. Zerbrowski walked in. Even better. I knew I was grinning like an idiot, but I couldn't seem to stop. The last time I'd seen him had been the day he got out of the hospital. He'd been nearly gutted by a shapeshifter, a wereleopard the size of a pony. His attacker had been not a lycanthrope but a shapeshifting witch. That was why Zerbrowski wasn't turning furry once a month. The witch had clawed him up horribly. I'd killed it. I'd held my hands over his stomach and pressed his intestines back into his body. I still had the scars from the same monster.
Zerbrowski's hair is normally curly and a mess, black going grey. He'd cut it short enough that it stayed in place. Made him look more serious, more grown-up, less like Zerbrowski. His suit was brown and looked like he'd slept in it. His tie was medium blue and matched nothing that he was wearing.
"Blake, long time no see."
I couldn't help myself; I walked over and hugged him. There are benefits to being a girl. Though, before Richard came into my life, I might have resisted the urge. Richard was bringing out my feminine side.
Zerbrowski hugged me awkwardly, laughing. "I always knew you wanted my body, Blake."