And Samuel would bring his father, the Marrok, into it.
Don't panic, keep it casual, I told myself.
"The vamps added some decoration to my door, but most of it was Tim's cousin and a friend.
You can watch it on the video if you want.
Gabriel's mother and siblings are coming out Saturday to help paint it.
The police are taking care of it, Adam." The last was because he was still stiff.
"Tony thinks it's Christmasy.
Maybe I'll leave it for a few months." He turned his hot gaze on me.
"She still believes in her cousin, Adam.
She thinks I made it all up to get out of a murder charge." I let him hear the sympathy for Courtney's plight in my voice, knowing Adam wouldn't approve.
About wrong and right, Adam was pretty black-and-white.
He'd be irritated with my attitude, and it would distract him.
Keep the focus on Courtney and off the vampires.
Adam didn't relax, but he did start walking again.
USUALLY I SHOWER AT THE SHOP AFTER PRACTICE, BUT I didn't want Adam to get a good look at the crossed bones on the door.
I wanted to keep him thinking about things other than the vampires until I knew what my options were.
So we jumped in my Vanagon (my poor Rabbit was still in repairs from the damage a fae had done to it last week).
Maybe I'd move.
If I traveled to another vampire's territory, it might slow Marsilia down, especially if it was a vampire who didn't like her.
Running away would chafe, but if I stayed, she'd kill me--and Adam wouldn't take it well and a lot of people would probably die besides me.
I could try to take out Marsilia.
I actually gave that serious consideration, which was a sign of just how desperate I was.
Sure, I'd killed two vampires.
The first one I'd killed with a lot of help and a boatload of luck.
The second one I'd taken while he slept.
I had about as much chance of taking out Marsilia as my cat Medea did of taking on a mountain lion.
Maybe less.
While I thought, I chattered to Adam all the way home.
My home.
Gas was expensive, and he wouldn't mind walking the short distance back to his.