"Married ten years tonight," he said.
"You're kidding?"
He shook his head.
"Big congrats," I said. We clattered down the stairs.
"Thanks. We hired a baby-sitter and everything. She made me leave my beeper home."
The cold bit into the sores on my face and made my head ache worse.
"Door's not locked," Zerbrowski said.
"You're a cop. How can you leave your car unlocked?" I opened the door and stopped. The passenger seat and floorboard were full. McDonald's take-out sacks and newspapers filled the seat and flowed onto the floorboards. A piece of petrified pizza and a herd of pop cans filled the rest of the floorboard.
"Jesus, Zerbrowski, does the EPA know you're driving a toxic waste dump through populated areas?"
"See why I leave it unlocked. Who would steal it?" He knelt in the seat and began shoveling armfuls of garbage into the backseat. It looked like this wasn't the first time he'd cleaned out the front seat by shoveling things in back.
I brushed crumbs from the empty seat onto the empty floorboard. When it was as clean as I could get it, I sat down.
Zerbrowski slid into his seat belt and started the car. It coughed to life. I put on my seat belt, and he pulled out of the parking lot.
"How does Katie feel about your job?" I asked.
Zerbrowski glanced at me. "She's okay with it."
"Were you a cop when she met you?"
"Yeah, she knew what to expect. Loverboy didn't want you to come out tonight?"
"He thought I was too hurt to go out."
"You do look like shit."
"Thanks."
"They love us, they want us to be careful. He's a junior high school teacher, for God's sake. What does he know about violence?"
"More than he'd like to."
"I know, I know. The schools are a dangerous place nowadays. But it isn't the same, Anita. We carry guns. Hell, you kill vampires and raise the dead, Blake. Can't get much messier than that."
"I know that." But I didn't know that. Being a lycanthrope was messier. Wasn't it?
"No, I don't think you do, Blake. Loving someone who lives by violence is a hard way to go. That anybody'll have us is a miracle. Don't get cold feet."
"Did I say I was getting cold feet?"
"Not out loud."
Shit. "Let's drop it, Zerbrowski."
"Anything you say. Dolph is going to be so excited that you've decided to tie the noose ... ah, knot."
I sank down into the seat as far as the belt would let me. "I am not getting married."
"Maybe not yet, but I know that look, Blake. You are a drowning woman, and the only way out is down the aisle."
I would have liked to argue, but I was too confused. Part of me believed Zerbrowski. Part of me wanted to stop dating Richard and be safe again. Okay, okay, I wasn't exactly safe before, what with Jean-Claude hanging around, but I wasn't engaged. Of course, I still wasn't engaged.
"You okay, Blake?"
I sighed. "I've lived alone a long time. A person gets set in her ways." Besides he's a werewolf. I didn't say that part out loud, but I wanted to. I needed a second opinion, but a police officer, especially Zerbrowski, wasn't the person to ask.
"He crowding you?"
"Yeah."
"He want marriage, kids, the whole nine yards?"
Kids. No one had mentioned children. Did Richard have this domestic vision of a little house, him in the kitchen, me working, and kids? Oh, damn, we were going to have to sit down and have a serious talk. If we did manage to get engaged like normal people, what did that mean? Did Richard want children? I certainly didn't.
Where would we live? My apartment was too small. His house? I wasn't sure I liked that idea. It was his house. Shouldn't we have our house? Shit. Kids, me? Pregnant, me? Not in this lifetime. I thought furriness was our biggest problem. Maybe it wasn't.
The river swirled black and cold. Rocks stuck up like the teeth of giants. The bank behind me was steep, thick with trees. The snow between the trees was trampled and slicked away to show the leaves underneath. The opposite bank was a bluff that jutted out over the river. No way down from there unless you were willing to jump. The water was less than five feet deep in the center of the river. Jumping from thirty feet wasn't a good idea.
I stood carefully on the crumbling bank. The black water rushed just inches from my feet. Tree roots stuck out of the bank, tearing at the earth. The combination of snow, leaves, and nearly vertical bank seemed destined to send me into the water, but I'd fight it as long as I could.
The rocks formed a low, broken wall into the river. Some of the stones were barely above the swirling water, but one near the center of the river stuck up about waist high. Draped over that rock was the skin. Dolph was still the master of understatement. Shouldn't a skin be smaller than a breadbox, not bigger than a Toyota? The head hung on the large rock, draped perfectly as if placed. That was one of the reasons the thing was still in the middle of the river. Dolph had wanted me to see it in case there was some ritual significance to the placement.
There was a dive team waiting on the shore in dry suits, which are bulkier than wet suits and better at keeping you warm in cold water. A tall diver with a hood already pulled up over his hair stood by Dolph. He'd been introduced as MacAdam. "Can we go in after the skin now?"
"Anita?" Dolph asked.
"Better them in the water than me," I said.
"Is it safe?" Dolph asked.
That was a different question. Truth. "I'm not sure."
MacAdam looked at me. "What could be out there? It's just a skin, right?"
I shrugged. "I'm not sure what kind of skin it is."
"So?" he asked.
"So, remember the Mad Magician back in the seventies?"
"I'd think you wouldn't remember it," MacAdam said.
"I studied it in college. Magical Terrorism, senior year. The Magician specialized in leaving magical booby traps in out-of-the-way places. One of his favorite traps was an animal skin that would attach itself to whomever touched it first. Took a witch to remove it."
"Was it dangerous?" MacAdam asked.
"One man suffocated when it attached itself to his face."
"How the hell did his face touch it first?"
"Hard to ask a dead man. Animating wasn't a profession in the seventies."
MacAdam stared off across the water. "Okay, how do you find out if it's dangerous?"
"Has anyone been in the water yet?"
He jerked a thumb at Dolph. "He wouldn't let us, and Sheriff Titus said to leave everything for some hotshot monster expert." He looked me up and down. "That you?"
"That's me."
"Well, make like an expert so my people and I can get in there."
"You want the spotlight now?" Dolph asked. They'd had the place lit up like an opening night at Mann's Chinese Theatre. I'd made them turn off the lights after I'd gotten the first glance. There were some things that you needed light to see, other things only showed themselves in the dark.
"No light yet. Let me see it in the dark first."
"Why no light?" Dolph asked.
"Some things hide from light, Dolph, and they might still take a chunk out of one of the divers."
"You're really serious about this, aren't you?" MacAdam asked.
"Yeah, aren't you glad?"
He looked at me for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah. How are you going to get a closer look? I know the weather just got cold the last few days, so the water should be about forty degrees, but that's still cold without a suit."
"I'll stay on the rocks. I might dip a hand in to see if anything rises to bait, but I'll stay as dry as I can."
"You take the monsters serious," he said, "I take the water serious. You'll get hypothermia in about five minutes in water this cold. Try not to fall in."
"Thanks for the advice."
"You're going to get wet," Aikensen said. He stood just above me, leaning against a tree. His Smokey Bear hat was pulled low over his head, thick woolly collar pulled up near his chin. His ears and most of his face were still bare to the cold. I hoped he got frostbite.
He put his flashlight under his chin like a Halloween gag. He was smiling. "Didn't move a thing, Miss Blake. Left it just where we found it."
I didn't correct him on the "miss." He'd done it just to irritate me. Ignoring it irritated him. Great.
The Halloween smile faded, leaving him frowning in the light.
"What's the matter, Aikensen? Didn't want to get your delicate toes wet?"
He pushed away from the tree. The movement was too abrupt. He slid down the bank, arms windmilling, trying to slow his fall. He fell to his butt and kept scooting. He was coming straight for me.
I took a step to one side and the bank crumbled underfoot. I gave a hop and ended up on the nearest stone in the river. I huddled on it, nearly on all fours to keep from falling into the water. The stone was wet, slick, and bone-deep cold.
Aikensen landed in the river with a yell. He sat on his butt, freezing water swirling to nearly the middle of his chest. He beat at the water with his gloved hands, as if punishing it. All he was doing was getting wetter.
The skin didn't slide off the rock and cover him. Nothing grabbed him. I couldn't feel any magic on the air. Nothing but the cold and the sound of water.
"Guess nothing's going to eat him," MacAdam said.
"Guess not," I said. I tried to keep the disappointment out of my voice.
"God's sake, Aikensen, get out of the water," Titus's voice boomed from the top of the hill. The sheriff, along with most of the other policemen, were at the top of the bank, along the gravel road that led back to the place. Two ambulances were sitting up there, too. Since Gaia's law went into effect three years ago, an ambulance had to be on the scene if there was any chance the remains were humanoid. There were ambulances being called to take away coyote carcasses, as if they were dead werewolves. The law had gone into effect, but no extra money had been put into the emergency systems across the country. Washington did like to complicate things.
We were in the backyard of someone's summer house. Some of the houses had landings or even small boathouses, if they had deep enough water at the base of their land. The only boat you were taking off through this rocky channel was a canoe, so no landing, no boathouse, just the cold black water and a very wet deputy.
"Aikensen, get your butt up on one of those rocks. Help Ms. Blake out, since you're already wet."
"I don't need his help," I called back to Titus.
"Well, now, Ms. Blake, this is our county. Wouldn't want you getting eaten by some beastie while we stayed nice and safe on shore."
Aikensen stood, nearly falling again when his boots slid on the sandy bottom. He turned to glare at me as if it were all my fault, but he scrambled up on the rock on the side opposite the skin. He'd lost his flashlight. He was dripping wet in the dark, except for his Smokey Bear hat which he'd managed to keep above water. He looked as sullen as a wet hen.
"Notice you're not offering to climb out on this particular limb," I said.
Titus started down the bank. He seemed to be a lot better at it than I had been. I'd staggered like a drunk from tree to tree. Titus kept his hands out ready to catch himself, but he pretty much walked down. He stopped beside Dolph.
"Delegation, Ms. Blake. What made the country great."
"What do you think of that, Aikensen?" I said more softly.
He glared at me. "He's the boss." He didn't sound like he was happy with it, but he believed it.
"Get on with it, Anita," Dolph said.
Translation, stop yanking everybody's chain. Everybody wanted out of the cold. Couldn't blame them. Me, too.
I stood ever so carefully on the slick rock. My flashlight reflected off the choppy water like a black mirror, opaque and solid.
I shone the flashlight on the first stone. It was pale and shining with water, and probably ice. I stepped onto it carefully. The next stone, still okay. Who knew Nike Airs were good for icy rocks?
MacAdam's warning about hypothermia ran through my head. Just what I'd need, to be hospitalized from exposure. Didn't I have enough problems without having to fight the elements?
There was a gap between the next two stones. It was a tempting distance. Almost stepping distance but just an inch out of comfort range. The stone I was on was flat, low to the water, but solid underfoot. The next one was sort of curved on one side with a point.
"Afraid you're going to get your feet wet?" Aikensen flashed a smile that was more a baring of white teeth in the dark.
"Jealous that you're wet and I'm not?"
"I could get you wet," he said.
"Only in my nightmares," I said. I had to leap for it and hope some miracle of balance kept me safe. I glanced back at the bank. I thought about asking the divers if they had an extra dry suit for me, but it seemed cowardly with Aikensen shivering on the rocks. Besides, I could probably make the jump. Probably.
I backed to the edge of the rock I was standing on, and jumped. There was a second of being airborne, then my foot hit the rock. My foot slid off to one side. I collapsed onto the rock hugging it with both hands and one leg. The other leg ended up thigh deep in ice cold water. The shock of it left me cursing.
I struggled back up on the rock, water streaming from the jean's pants leg. My foot hadn't touched bottom. The water on either side of the rocks would come up to my waist, if Aikensen's little wading show was a good indication. I'd found a sinkhole deep enough to have doused every inch of me. Lucky it was just my leg.
Aikensen was laughing at me. If it had been anyone else, we might have laughed together at how ridiculous all this was, but it was him, and he laughed at me.
"At least I didn't drop my flashlight," I said. It sounded childish even to me, but he stopped laughing. Sometimes childish will get you what you want.
I was beside the skin now. Up close, it was even more impressive. I'd known it was reptilian from the bank. Standing next to it, I could see it was definitely a snake. The largest scales were the size of my palm. The empty eye sockets were the size of golf balls. I reached out to touch it. Something swirled against my arm as I reached for it. I screamed before I realized it was the undulating snakeskin spreading out in the water. When I could breathe again, I touched the skin. I expected it to be light, a sloughed skin. It was heavy, meaty.
I turned the edge of it to the light. It wasn't a sloughed skin. The snake had been skinned. Whether it had been alive when the skinning started was a moot point. It was dead now. Very few creatures can survive being skinned alive.
There was something about the scales and shape of the head that reminded me of a cobra, but the scales, even in the light of a flashlight, gleamed with opalescence. The snake wasn't any one color. It was like a rainbow or an oil slick. The color changed depending on the angle of the light.
"You going to play with it, or can the divers come and get it?" Aikensen asked.
I ignored him for the moment. There was something on the snake's forehead, almost between the eyes. Something smooth and round and white. I ran my fingers over it. It was a pearl. A pearl the size of a golf ball. What the hell was a giant pearl doing embedded in the head of a snake? And why hadn't whoever skinned the creature taken the pearl with him?
Aikensen leaned forward running a hand over the skin. "Yuck. What the hell is it?"
"Giant snake," I said.
He jerked back with a yell. He started scraping at his arms as if he could wipe off the feel of it.
"Afraid of snakes, Aikensen?"
He glared at me. "No."
It was a lie, and we both knew it.
"The two of you enjoy being out on those rocks?" Titus asked. "Get a move on."
"You see anything significant about the placement of the skin, Anita?" Dolph asked.
"Not really. The thing might have just gotten hooked on the rocks. I don't think it was purposefully placed here."
"We can move it then?"
I nodded. "Yeah, the divers can come in. Aikensen's already tested the water for predators."
Aikensen looked at me. "What the hell does that mean?"
"It means there might have been creepy-crawlies in the water, but nothing tried to eat you, so it's safe."
"You used me for bait."
"You fell in."
"Ms. Blake say we can move the thing?" Titus asked.
"Yes," Dolph said.
"Go to it, boys."
The divers all looked at each other. "Can we have the spotlight now?" MacAdam asked.
"Sure," I said.
The light smashed into me. I put a hand up to shield my eyes and nearly slipped off the rock. Jesus it was bright. The water was still opaque, black, and choppy, but the rocks glistened and Aikensen and I were suddenly center stage. The bright light washed all the color from the snakeskin.
MacAdam slipped his face mask on, regulator secure in his mouth. Only one other diver followed his lead. Guess they didn't need four to go in after the skin.
"Why're they putting on tanks just to wade out here?" Aikensen asked.
"Insurance in case the current gets them, or they find a sinkhole."
"Current's not that bad."
"Bad enough that if it catches the skin, the skin's gone. With tanks you can follow something in the water all the way down, wherever it goes."
"You sound like you've done it."
"I'm certified."
"Well, aren't you multitalented," he said.
The divers were almost out to us. Their tanks looked like the backs of whales sticking out of the water. MacAdam raised his face mask out of the water, and put a gloved hand on the rocks. He took the regulator out of his mouth, hugging the rock and paddling with his legs to keep free of the current. The other diver moved over by Aikensen.
"There a problem if we tear the skin?" MacAdam asked.
"I'll unhook it from this side of the rock."