04 The Lunatic Cafe Anita Blake

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"I think the pictures are self-explanatory," I said.
"I hired you to find my wife, not to spy on me." He turned on Ronnie, towering over her. His big hands
balled into even bigger fists. The muscles in his arms bulged, veins standing out like worms.
Ronnie stood up, using her five feet and nine inches to good advantage. She was calm. If she was
worried about facing down a man that outweighed her by a hundred pounds, it didn't show.
"Where's Peggy, George?"
He glanced at me, then back to Ronnie. He raised a hand as if he would strike her.
"Where'd you hide the body?"
He whirled on me. I just sat there and looked at him. He'd have to come over or around the coffee table
to get to me. I was pretty sure I could be out of reach. Or have a gun. Or put him through a window.
That last was sounding better and better.
"Get out of my house."
Ronnie had stepped back out of reach. He stood there like a purple-faced mountain, swaying between
us.
"Get out of my house."
"Can't do that, George. We know you killed her." Maybe know was too strong a word, but "we're
pretty sure you killed her" didn't have the right ring. "Unless you really plan to start swinging, I'd sit down,
Georgie-boy."
"Yes, by all means sit down, George." I didn't look behind me to see where Raina was. I didn't think
George would really hurt me, but better to be cautious. Taking my eyes off a guy who weighed over two
hundred pounds sounded like a bad idea.
He stared at Raina. He looked confused. "What the hell is this?"
Ronnie said, "Oh, my God." She was staring behind me with her mouth open.
Something was going on behind my back, but what? I stood, eyes all for George, but he wasn't looking
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at me anymore. I stepped away from him just to be safe. When I had enough distance to be safe. I could
see the doorway.
Raina was wearing a brown silk teddy, high heeled boots and nothing else. The fur coat was held open,
the bloodred lining outlining her body dramatically.
"I thought you were going to stay in the background unless I called for you."
She dropped the fur into a fuzzy puddle on the floor. She stalked into the room, swaying everything that
would move.
Ronnie and I exchanged glances. She mouthed the words, "What's going on?" I shrugged. I didn't have
the faintest idea.
Raina bent over the silk flowers on the coffee table, giving George Smitz a long, thorough view of her
slim backside.
The color was draining from his face. His hands were slowly unclenching. He looked confused. Join the
club.
Raina smiled up at him. She stood up very slowly, giving George a good view of her high, tight breasts.
His eyes were glued to her d�colletage. She stood up, running her hands down the teddy, ending with a
pass over her groin. George seemed to be having a little trouble swallowing.
Raina walked up to him until she was just a finger's pull away from him. She looked up at him and
whispered out of full, sensuous lips, "Where's Jason?"
He frowned. "Who's Jason?"
She caressed his cheek with her painted nails. The nails slid out of her skin long and longer, until they
were great hooking claws. The tips were still the color of burnt pumpkins.
She hooked those claws under his chin, putting them just enough in not to break the skin. "The tiniest bit
of pressure and you'll have a howling good time once a month."
It was a lie. She was still in human form. She wasn't contagious. All the color had drained from his face.
His skin was the color of unbleached paper.
"Where's your wife's body, Mr. Smitz?" I asked. It was a good threat worth more than one question.
"I don't ... don't know what you mean."
"Don't lie to me, George, I don't like it." She raised her other hand in front of his face, and the claws slid
out like unsheathed knives.
He whimpered.
"Where's Peggy, George?" She whispered it. The voice was still seductive. She might have been
whispering, I love you, instead of a threat.
She kept her claws under his jaw and lowered the other hand slowly. His eyes followed that hand. He
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tried to move his head down, but the claws stopped him. He gasped.
Raina sliced through the bloody apron. Two quick, hard slices. The clothes underneath were untouched.
Talent.
"I ... killed her. I killed Peggy. Oh, God. I shot her."
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