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Anita Blake: Spirit Detective

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Chapter 01

I stared at my baby penguin mug blankly and watched as the coffee rippled every time I moved. For once in my life, nothing major had sprung up at the last minute. No zombie raisings, no vampires to kill, nothing to track down and arrest. Man, I really needed something to do or I was going to go crazy. I stared at my kitchen floor and squinted my eyes a bit as the morning sun glared off of it. Veronica Simms, or Ronnie for short, was supposed to be coming over. We were no longer fighting for the moment and had decided to take a morning jog together. I jumped when the doorbell rang.

"Damn it," I muttered. I stood up and placed my coffee on the table and walked out of the kitchen. As I neared the dark living room, I could hear water running in the bathroom. Nathaniel was taking a shower. He had gone running with Micah and then came back to make breakfast. That was around six this morning. I had slept peacefully during all of that, and only woke up when the smell of bacon drifted upstairs into my room. Micah had already had breakfast and left for a coalition meeting by the time I was done showering and getting into my jogging pants and baggy tee shirt. The shirt was baggy because of the shoulder holster that held my 9mm Browning Hi-Power. It was just as a precaution incase something preternatural decided to jump out and attack while Ronnie and I were running. An attack seemed less likely during the day light hours, but you never can be too careful. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light in the living room, I walked closer to the door, caution setting in like usual.

"Anita? It's Ronnie," came the familiar voice from the other side of the door. I smiled a bit and turned the knob.

"Hey Ronnie," I said. I opened the door a bit and allowed her access into the house. Veronica Simms was my best friend and my workout partner. For as long as I’ve known her, she’s always been popular with the guys. She was tall, blond, and leggy; my total opposite.

"We‘re still going to the diner first right?" Ronnie asked, breaking my train of thought. I nodded and turned around to grab my keys.

"I'll drive," I said as I made for the door again.

"Okay," I stopped for a second. Nathaniel had come out of the bathroom in just a towel that was loosely wrapped around his waist. I flicked a worried glance over to Ronnie and found her face neutral. She had put on her cop face. The face that was completely devoid of any emotion and took years to learn. That worried me even more.

"Go ahead and get in the Jeep," I said. "I'll be right back." I tossed Ronnie the keys and ushered Nathaniel into the kitchen.

"Are you leaving?" he asked. I nodded. Nathaniel's pale lavender eyes held a slight frown as he stared at me. "I'm sorry I let her see me like this." he said.

"It's okay. If she wants to start anything, she'll wait until we get in the car," I said. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down into a soft kiss. His skin was still slightly cool and moist from the shower. He made a noise against my lips and slid his arms around my waist. I smiled as the scent of vanilla drifted around me. I pulled away and sighed. If it had been a few months earlier, I wouldn't have even considered kissing him like that. Nathaniel smiled.

"You'd better get going," he said, a bit breathy. I nodded and waved good bye to him as I turned and walked out of the kitchen. Ronnie had already gone out to the Jeep by the time I'd made my way back into the living room. I gave an exasperated sigh and closed the front door behind me.

"Here we go," I muttered. I made a gun check and nodded satisfactorily when I felt the butt of the Browning still firmly placed in its holster. I climbed into the driver’s side and shut the door, immediately turning to put on my seatbelt. I looked over to make sure Ronnie had her seatbelt on, a habit that developed after mom died, and made a sound of approval. I turned the keys and waited for the engine to turn over. The Jeep roared to life and I put it into reverse, slowly easing by Ronnie’s car and out of the driveway.

Most of the drive to the diner had been in an awkward silence. I occasionally glanced over at Ronnie from the corner of my eye to see if her cop face had slid away or not. It hadn’t. She seemed intent on staring straight ahead and not making any eye contact with me at all. Okay, so maybe I had been wrong about her starting some shit once I set foot in the car. That meant that either she was waiting for the perfect opportunity, or she had chosen to do what I had. Keeping your mouth closed about things like this was what made lasting friendships. Maybe not healthy lasting friendships, but who was I to complain? I pulled into the parking lot of our favorite diner and turned off the Jeep. The only sound was the sound of the keys as they jingled together when I pulled them out of the ignition. I sighed and unbuckled, then opened the door.

“Anita?” Ronnie said finally, her voice small. I arched a brow and readied myself for whatever she was about to say. She fidgeted in her seat a bit and turned to look at me. “Even though I can’t get over your living arrangements, I thought I could see past them, you know? I’m trying really hard.” she stopped. Shit, here it comes. “I just can’t do it.” I looked at her, my eyes wide, but filled with understanding. Underneath all of that was anger. It was beginning to boil up and I decided to put a stop to it before our jog was ruined.

“How about we talk about this later? This is the first time we‘ve gotten along so well in quite a while,” I said. Ronnie stared at me and I almost squirmed. Almost. She finally nodded and all of the tension that was riding in my shoulders was lifted. I hadn’t known that it was there. We got out of the Jeep and Ronnie waited as I locked the doors. I smiled and gestured toward the sidewalk. We started to jog, and I wondered what would come along to ruin this golden moment.

It had been a really long time since Ronnie and I had gone jogging. We were only on the halfway mark and already my legs were beginning to protest. I must really be out of shape. Instead of dwelling on my neglect of exercising, I cleared my mind and focused on running. Ronnie was ahead of me and she looked back with a grin on her face. You’d think she liked being less tired than me. I smiled and quickened my pace a bit to catch up with her. We’d been jogging for almost forty-five minutes, and soon we’d be turning around and heading back to the diner for lunch. The thought of food made my stomach growl. It took a lot more concentration to clear my mind this time.

A few minutes passed and we came into a small residential area. The streets were lined with oak and maple trees that were filled with red, brown, and gold foliage. The November breeze was crisp and clear as we ran. Leaves swirled in the wind and drifted down the street. I looked around and admired the scenery a bit. Most of the houses on this street were white or brick. Some of them had fairly large yards for being so close to one another. It being Saturday meant that the kiddies didn’t have school, and I smiled as I saw a couple of them, no older than eleven, in a big pile of leaves that had been raked up. For some reason they reminded me of Richard and his need for that white picket fence and the 2.5 kids. I could feel my good mood slip as his name ran across my thoughts.

Richard. He had been doing so good since the basement warming party that we’d held for Damian last month. I wasn’t sure what had changed his mood so abruptly this time, but I was pretty sure I was a big part of it. I usually was. The thing that crawled up his ass affected him enough to ruin the last lupanar. I shuddered when I remembered the icy glare he shot at me. I looked up and saw Ronnie staring at me. Apparently I had stopped running when I was thinking about Richard and his problems.

“You okay?” she asked. I nodded my head a bit too roughly, and that gesture alone made her stare at me with worry. “What’s the matter?” she asked, her voice gaining a hard tone. I shrugged.

“Nothing too serious,” I replied, my voice calm. Ronnie arched her brow. We had a bit of a staring contest before she sighed and turned around.

“Let’s go ahead and get back to the diner,” she said. I agreed silently. If I had told her that I was thinking about Richard, she probably would have said something to make me angry. It usually worked out that way. We turned around and ran back in the diner’s direction. As we passed a couple of maple trees, I turned and looked at a two-story brick house. Something small and black had caught my eye. I squinted as I tried to discern what it was and almost gasped. It had to be the ugliest thing I’d ever laid eyes on. Three horns protruded from its head and its long grey hair fell down to its spiked tail. I blinked rapidly, and when my vision refocused, the thing was gone. I shook my head and pushed the fuzzy image away. I was sure I was seeing things. That was never good.

The diner was nice and warm when we stepped inside. I smiled and sighed when I caught a whiff of the coffee. This place definitely had some of the best coffee in St. Louis, but the coffee I made at home was always better for some reason. Ronnie didn’t wait for me to take in the aromas of the little diner. She’d sat down at a booth in the corner and was waiting for me to join her. A waitress was already talking to her when I sat down. I grabbed my hair and pulled it over the back of my seat and smiled at the cool sensation that connected with my hot skin. I resisted the urge to stretch my legs out.

The waitress, who’s name I forget, was kind of short for her age. She was very pretty though. Her pale brown hair was pulled up into a bun and her bangs fell loosely and artfully around her jade colored eyes. The uniform she was wearing was the typical uniform of a diner waitress; a blue dress that reached the knees with a white apron in front that held two pockets for small notebooks and pens and such. She hadn’t been wearing her nametag, so her name was still lost to me.

“Hey Anita. I was just telling Ronnie that it‘s been a while since I‘ve seen the two of you in here,” the waitress said. “What have you been up to?”

“Busy with work,” I said simply. The waitress smiled.

“What’ll ya have?” she asked.

“The usual,” I replied.

“Straight black coffee. Gotcha. And what about you?” she asked. Ronnie sat in silence for a few seconds.

“A diet coke and a ham sandwich with mayonnaise, lettuce, and Swiss cheese sounds nice right about now,” she said finally. The waitress nodded and walked off to get our orders.

“No burger this time?” I asked. Ronnie shook her head. I shrugged and slumped down into my seat a little. Gradually, over time, the temperature in the diner became tolerable. The waitress finally came back with our orders and I almost shot up in my seat. I grabbed the tan mug with the dark brown rim and smiled wistfully.

“Have you decided on what you want to eat yet, Anita?” the woman asked.

“Burger and fries,” I said without hesitation. The woman laughed and nodded. She turned around and walked back toward the kitchen. My eyes traveled around the room and settled on the floor. In the purse of the lady a couple of tables away from us, there was another one of those weird creatures. I rubbed my eyes and took a long draw from my coffee cup. The purse was open and the little creature, which was totally different from the first one, was sifting through its contents idly. This one had blue scaly skin and a long forked tail with three barbs at the end. Green stripes adorned its back and disappeared underneath fiery red hair. It looked up at me, its black-as-night eyes shining. I almost dropped my coffee. The thing squeaked in a weird foreign language and ran off into the kitchen.

I blinked slowly as my mind swirled with confusion. Two little creatures in one day. What was going on? Whatever it was, I just knew that it was going to ruin my vacation.

“What‘s up with you today?” Ronnie asked suddenly. She was really good and breaking my concentration. I looked up at her. She had a worried expression on her face that told me I was doing something odd. I debated on asking her if she saw what I saw, but figured that she’d just continue to look at me the way she was now. I shrugged.

“Nothing,” I said. The waitress had returned with my burger and fries. I was grateful for the interruption.

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The drive back to my place was as quiet as the drive to the diner. I didn’t know what it was, but whenever there was about to be a tense situation between me and Ronnie, I’d always fidget in my seat. I was fidgeting right now. I looked at her from the corner of my eye for a second. She was looking straight ahead, her cop face showing clearly again. I sighed heavily and was actually happy to see my driveway in the distance. I turned in and eased beside Ronnie’s car, then pulled the keys out of the ignition. We sat there in silence for a few seconds. Finally, Ronnie opened the passenger’s side door and stepped out.

“Do you wanna come in for coffee?” I asked as I got out of the Jeep. Ronnie looked at me with a startled expression. It was like she hadn’t even known that I was there. She shook her head.

“No thanks. I’ve got a few things to do today,” she said. Ah. I nodded.

“I guess I’ll talk to you later then?”

“Yeah,” She waved at me and placed a fake smile on her face. She rummaged around for her keys and opened her car door. With one last look, she got in her car, started the engine, and drove off. I closed my eyes and took a long deep breath. I shut the car door a bit too hard. At least now I could let a little bit of my anger bubble up to the surface. I didn’t know why I was angry. Maybe it was just a natural reaction to being around her. I didn’t like that little fact, but it happened so often that I had just gotten used to it. She really didn’t give me much of a reason to be mad at her this time, except for the fact that she didn’t talk as much. That alone was a stupid reason for being angry, but here I was, glowering after her car as she turned the curve and drove out of sight. I jumped when I heard the front door open.

“Are you okay Anita?” Nathaniel asked quietly. He must have known I was angry. I could tell by the way he spoke to me that he knew something was wrong. “Did anything happen between you and Ronnie?”

I turned around, my eyes still narrow. They softened when I looked at him. I shook my head and walked up the porch steps and toward the front door. The wereleopard stopped me, his hand so warm against my forearm. I looked up at him and just felt like falling into his arms and never letting go. I must have wanted it badly enough, because I was wrapped up in the scent of vanilla a few seconds later.

“Micah called earlier,” the lilac eyed leopard whispered against my hair.

“How’s the meeting going?” I asked, my voice quiet enough to match his own.

“He said that the meeting was almost over, but he’ll be going to a new shifter’s home this afternoon. I think he said that his name was Elias Struthers, or something like that,” he said. He snuggled against my hair and rubbed his cheek against mine. I looked up at him. He was only a few inches taller than me, but his body was so close to mine that I pretty much had to look up to meet his gaze. He smiled down at me.

“Maybe we should snuggle in the house,” he said with a laugh. I smiled and nodded in agreement. He led me into the house and closed the door behind us.

A couple of hours passed by really slowly. I didn’t mind though. Nathaniel and I were situated comfortably on the couch in the living room watching Sleeping Beauty. As the credits began to roll, I grabbed the VCR remote and hit the stop button, and then the rewind button. I leaned back and resituated myself as I absently tapped the corner of the remote against my thigh.

“Elias Struthers?” I asked after a few minutes. Nathaniel arched his brow and looked at me.

“What about him?” he asked.

“Is he a member of the pard now? Or is he Lukoi?” I asked.

“Actually, Micah doesn‘t know,” Nathaniel replied.

“How can he not know what kind of lycanthrope this Elias guy is?” Nathaniel shrugged.

“Micah said that Elias came to the coalition meeting. He said that the guy said that he had sex with some stripper from across the river. She shifted half way through and clawed him up. He still doesn’t know how Elias knew where the meeting was being held, but he decided to go along and help him anyway,” he explained.

“Oh,” I said. “Did he say when he’d be home?” Nathaniel shook his head. I frowned a bit. The VCR clock read 3:17 pm. It would probably be another couple of hours before he got home. I jumped when my phone rang. With a groan, I stood up and walked over to the phone.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Anita,” came a familiar masculine voice. Dolph. I grew a bit worried. Considering the status of our friendship at the moment, he’d only call if it were a real emergency. Before I was “grandfathered” into Federal Marshall-hood, Dolph and I worked together at RPIT, or the Spook Squad as some people called it. At one point we both had the same ideals when it came to vampires and lycanthropes. Since I started dating Jean-Claude, he’s been pissy. As my opinion about the monsters went from negative to positive, well almost positive, Dolph started to, I guess hate might not be the right word to use, but he was damn near close to hating me. When I found out that his son Darrin had married a vampire, and was possibly becoming one himself, I knew that Dolph was probably going to try and find some way to blame me. He and his wife were really looking forward to grandchildren, but we all know that it’s nearly impossible to have kids with a vampire, especially if the vampire was a woman.

“What’s up?” I asked. There was a few seconds of silence on the line. I could hear sirens blaring faintly in the distance. I knew he was at a crime scene. It was usually the only reason why he would call me. I strained my ears to try and figure out what the shouting noise in the background was. My eyes widened when I recognized Zerbrowski shouting obscenities somewhere close to where Dolph was.

“Zerbrowski‘s been hurt,” Dolph said. He tried his best to keep the worry out of his voice, but I picked up the smallest traces of it.

“Spare me the details and just tell me where I need to go,” I said. I grabbed a notebook and pen that I kept lying near the phone for just such emergencies. The pen was poised above the blank paper which had watermarked pictures of roses on it. Dolph told me the address of the apartment complex and I hung up the phone and grabbed my car keys. Nathaniel stood up and looked at me, a confused and worried expression on his young face.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“Going to a crime scene,” I stopped for a second and realized that I still had my baggy tee and jogging pants on. “First I’ll change.” I said. I ran upstairs and into my room that I shared with Micah and Nathaniel. I sifted quickly through my dresser and found a suitable shirt and pants to put on. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my shirt off, then the shoulder holster. I hurried as fast as I could without losing balance and falling on my ass. I strapped on both wrist sheathes and placed my knives within them. I opened my closet and pulled out my dagger, which was really more like a small sword. I moved my hair and slipped it into its sheath that lie parallel to my spine. You never can have too many weapons on you at a crime scene. I decided that it would take too much time to go downstairs and grab my Firestar from the gun safe, so I slipped on the shoulder holster with the Browning in it and put my shoes back on then dashed down stairs.

“When will you be back?” Nathaniel asked.

“Don’t know,” I said. “If Micah gets home before I do, then tell him where I am. I’ll try to be back as soon as possible.” With those words said, I threw on my jacket, ran out the door, and got into the Jeep.

The apartment complex in question was pretty big. Almost as big as a four star hotel. The EMTs had already arrived on the scene to look at the body and Zerbrowski when I got there. I got out my Federal Marshall badge and flashed it at a cop that was on crowd control duty. Walking under the yellow tape, I spotted Dolph and flagged him down with a wave of my arm. Dolph was as tall and mountain-ish as I remembered him. He was six feet and eight inches, built like a wrestler and looked like he could easily crush me with one hand.

“Is he okay?” I asked as soon as I was within hearing distance. Dolph nodded solemnly. I sighed with relief. “Where is he?” Dolph pointed to the second ambulance at his left. I nodded and turned toward them. I made my way toward the back of the large vehicle and smiled when I spotted Zerbrowski. He looked terrible. There were small gashes all over his face and chest. It looked like something tried to bleed him to death. The EMT was dabbing cotton balls with alcohol onto his wounds and I could hear him silently hiss in protest. He looked up and grinned when he saw me.

“You heard about my tragedy and came running to my rescue, didn‘t ya?” he said. “I just knew you had the hots for me.” I snickered. He was still making jokes, so he was fine.

“I’m glad to see you’re okay enough to hit on me,” I said.

“You know me,” he said. He tried to flex his arm muscles, but winced in pain and laughed when the EMT shot him a glare. I shook my head and smiled.

“Yeah I know,” I said. “Strongest one of the bunch. Katie is a lucky woman.” Zerbrowski eyed me up and down.

“If I had known of your deep feelings for me, I would have married you instead of Katie,” he said jokingly. I laughed out loud at that one.

“I just might tell her you said that,” I said with a grin. Zerbrowski laughed.

“Please don’t. She’d hurt me even worse than I am now,” he said. I nodded and patted him lightly on his least wounded shoulder.

“So do you know what did this to you?” I asked, the seriousness of the situation finally setting in. Zerbrowski froze for a few seconds. He looked as if he were recounting the events that led to his trip to the ambulance.

“I really don’t know,” he said softly. His eyes looked haunted. I frowned. I hardly ever saw him like this. I didn’t really like it either. “It was so fast, just a blur. Like something out of a bad horror movie.” He shuddered and looked up at me as if expecting me to know the answer to whatever question was buzzing around inside his head. I hadn’t heard of any kind of preternatural creature that could literally move fast enough to be a blur. I turned toward the EMT.

“I need some gloves. I’m gonna go check out the crime scene,” I said. The man nodded and handed me a pair from a box near Zerbrowski‘s legs. I stuck them in my back pocket and said my thanks before I left. I stepped into the main entrance of the apartment. The lobby was large and plush. It was looking more and more like a hotel the further in I went. A couple of police men were questioning what looked like the receptionist. He was tall with broad shoulders. Despite that, he was as thin as a toothpick. He had dark red hair that made his pale skin even paler. He turned toward me and arched his eyebrow. I frowned at that look. It was the skeptical look I got most of the time from civilians at a crime scene. I just didn’t understand why they didn’t accept me as an officer of the law. Oh, it was because I was short and petite. I put on a smile that said ‘fuck you’ and walked passed them.

I stopped walking when I got to the elevator. I rolled my eyes and sighed heavily. I had no clue what room the victim was in. Feeling extremely dense, I turned around and tried to find someone who could tell me which room it was without giving me a hard time about it. I turned the corner to find Clive Perry. He was the nicest member of RPIT. I still didn’t know why he was assigned to the Spook Squad. Maybe some kind of punishment or something. I couldn’t really see him doing anything bad to get demoted though. He turned around and smiled when he saw me coming.

“Hey Anita,” he greeted. “Did you go see Zerbrowski?” I nodded. He stared at me for a moment. “What do you think did that to him? Is there any kind of creature capable of the speed he describes?”

“Truthfully, I really don’t know,” I said with a sigh. “I don’t think it was a lycanthrope. Definitely not a vampire.” My thoughts began to flutter around the concept of Faeries for a few moments. They were fast as well, but I doubted they could move fast enough to be a blur. I then thought of Rawhead and Bloody Bones. It was a pure-blood immortal Fairy that met its end by my own two hands. Of course, at the time it was sharing blood with a man named Magnus Bouvier who was only part Fey, which made it mortal, and a whole lot easier to kill. It was more like a demon rather than a Fairy though. I almost scoffed when I thought of demons. Demons could only be brought to this plane of existence through sacrifices and rituals or the possession of a person’s body. It couldn’t have been a demon could it? They were the only creatures I could think of that would even possibly have that kind of otherworldly speed. My eyes widened when I remembered the two little creatures that I had seen earlier today. Perry looked at me oddly and waved his hand in front of my face.

“You in there?” he asked. I looked up and nodded.

“Yeah sorry about that. I was just thinking,” I said. Perry nodded. “Oh, which room is the vic in?” I remembered the reason why I was looking for someone in the first place.

“Oh. Room 27B on the third floor,” he replied. I thanked him and headed back towards the elevator. I pushed the up button. I could hear the elevator coming down the shaft slowly. It dinged and the door slid open. Inside were a couple of EMTs. They looked spooked. I stepped inside and pushed the button with the number three printed on it as I watched them step out. As the door slid closed, I spotted two small creatures on their shoulders. They looked like they were whispering to each other in that same weird language I’d heard at the diner. What the hell was going on? Why were these things popping up out of nowhere all of a sudden? I wasn’t sure, but they were really freaking me out.

As the elevator rose up to my destination, I leaned back against the cool wall and thought more about the possibilities of demons. If they were demons, then who summoned them? Why did they come here to St. Louis? They must have some reason for being here. The elevator door opened and I could automatically tell that I was on the right floor. The smell was so putrid. The body must have been here for a good long while, either that or it was in the right position to be baked by the sun for a few hours. Either way, it smelled ripe, and I had to hold my nose or else risk throwing up. It was that bad. I almost dreaded going into room 27B. I frowned and pulled the pair of gloves out of my pocket and slipped them on.

The room was gorgeous, well except for the mangled corpse in the middle of the living room floor. The vic had really good taste in decorations. Soft grey curtains were pulled back to let the sunlight inside, which illuminated the cool grey color of the walls and the dark grey of the carpet. The furniture, which was spattered with blood, was a color that was some where in between the grey of the walls and the grey of the carpet. A white island separated the living room from the kitchen, which was fairly large for an apartment. The sunlight bounced off of the cookware and made it glint and sparkle. The kitchen walls were a variety of blues and silver which matched the refrigerator, stove, and microwave. When I was finished admiring the first half of the apartment, my eyes were immediately drawn back to the horror of the body. I walked over to it and knelt down by the EMT who was pushing its organs aside with a thin metal rod.

“What’s the damage?” I asked. The EMT looked over, her almost blue eyes distant. They radiated fear and confusion.

“The vic is missing a couple of vital organs. The heart, the left lung, also a couple of ribs. That’s just inside the torso. As you can see, it’s also missing its eyes, lips, and its left ear,” she said. I looked at the head of the body and confirmed what she said with my own eyes.

“Why would the killer take those things? Souvenirs maybe?” I said, mostly to myself. The woman shuddered a bit and stood up to create some space between her and the body.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I can see why the others didn’t want to be here any more.” Her voice sounded a bit strangled. I arched my brow and looked up at her. She was trembling visibly. I never saw an EMT act that way at a murder scene before. It must have been worse than I thought.

“What else is wrong?” I asked slowly. The woman looked at me and shook her head. She handed me the thin metal rod and pointed at the torso.

“Push the small intestines aside and look near the back of the body, close to the spine on the right side,” she said, her voice small. I did as she said and as I searched for whatever it was that made her all jumpy, I stumbled a bit and fell backwards.

“What the fuck is that?” I exclaimed. I positioned myself above the body again and looked passed the small intestines. It looked like a small hand or a claw perhaps. Not human, but not from any creature I had ever seen either.

“You can see it too?” the woman asked. “No one else can. Except for Stewart and Nick. You might have passed them on your way up here.” she said. I nodded.

“Is that a hand?” I asked, my mind still trying to figure everything out. I looked up at her. “Do you have any clamps on you? I wanna see if I can remove it.” The EMT shook her head sharply.

“You know as well as the rest of us that nothing is to be tampered with at a crime scene. We can’t do anything until the autopsy report is in,” she said. I frowned. I really wanted to see what that thing was, but I guess it couldn’t be helped. I looked at the hand a little bit more and saw that something was held within its grasp.

“It’s holding something,” I muttered. “It looks like some kind of jewel.” The jewel glinted and shimmered inside the hand. I suddenly felt dizzy. I shook my head and stood up. I had to get away from the body. The smell was getting to me. I waved at the woman and signaled for her to continue her work. “I’m going to look around.” I said as I walked out of the room. Even though I was away from the body, the smell still lingered. I opened a window in the bedroom and stuck my head out into the cool fresh air. I could see most of the rooftops in the vicinity of the apartment complex. A shuffling noise grabbed my attention and I pulled myself back into the stench filled room. My hand lingered near the Browning as I looked around. I pulled the gun out of its holster and held it with the muzzle pointed down. As I entered the hallway, I placed my back at the wall and edged my way toward the next room. I peered inside carefully, never leaving myself open for attack. I held my gun out and bent down toward the floor. My legs acted on their own and flung me into a roll through the doorway. I landed upright with my gun pointed at the back of a woman in a long pink dress with a big white sash tied around the waist.

“Who are you?” I exclaimed. The word dangerous kept screaming inside my brain like sirens. My finger was poised over the trigger and it itched to pull it. The woman jumped a bit and turned around to meet my cautious gaze. Now that I got a better look at her, I realized that she was wearing a kimono. The long sleeves really should have given it away, but I really wasn’t going to pay attention to what she was wearing, when she could be a potential threat. She blinked big pink eyes at me and smiled. She held up her hands in surrender and shook her head, her blue hair swinging back and forth behind her.

“Don’t shoot!” she said nervously. “I’m not here to hurt any body.” She lowered her hands a bit. I stood up and stared at her awkwardly. She seemed awfully cheery for someone who had a gun pointed at their head.

“Who are you?” I repeated, more calmly this time. The woman laughed a bit and rubbed the back of her head with embarrassment.

“The name’s Botan,” she said. “I’m here for the same reason you are. I’m trying to find the demon that killed that man in the living room.”

“Wait. A demon? You’re saying a demon killed that man?” I asked. I still held my gun firmly in my hands, not exactly trusting the woman yet. She turned around and placed her hand on the wall.

“Yes, a demon,” she replied. “For months now, we at the Reikai have been trying to find the mass murderer who’s been committing these heinous crimes. Without a proper Spirit Detective, it’s very hard. I’ve been doing all the work myself as of late.” As the woman babbled on and on, I stood there, gun still pointed, and tried to wrap my head around all that she was saying. She spoke for what seemed like fifteen minutes, telling me about the Spirit Agency in the place called Reikai, and about how busy her boss, who was named Koenma, was at that particular point in time. I had placed my gun back in its holster and decided that the woman wasn’t that dangerous.

“So let me get this straight,” I said, interrupting her. She turned toward me and nodded. “Your name is Botan, and this guy you’re looking for is a demon wizard who’s been killing people and taking their body parts for months now.”

“Bingo!” Botan said as she clapped her hands. I sighed.

“So why haven’t I heard of any of these other murders until now?” I asked.

“Because they were covered up by some of the agents at the Spirit Agency,” she explained. Oh. It all made so much sense now. I scoffed. It made no sense whatsoever. Botan looked at me for a few seconds as her eyes grew wide. “Wait.” she said. “You can see me?” I felt like smacking my forehead.

“Of course I can see you,” I said. “I’ve been looking at you for the past fifteen minutes.” Botan backed up against the wall and shook her head.

“I’ve got to go now!” she exclaimed. She snapped her fingers and I gasped as a long wooden oar appeared in her hand. I shook my head in confusion. The blue haired woman jumped on the oar and flew through the wall. I stood there, mouth agape, and stared at the wall that she’d gone through. I closed my eyes and tried to get rid of what I just saw. I suddenly had the urge to go home and sleep for a couple of weeks. I nodded slowly at that thought and walked out of the room.

~X~X~X~

A/N: Wow…12 pages…cool XD Hopefully the rest of my chapters will be that long as well.

~*StormeChaser*~
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Anita Blake: Spirit Detective