I fought the urge to squirm like a schoolchild caught at a lie. "Only one."
"Tell me."
"No." My voice was very firm. "No, that is a private matter." A private nightmare that I was not going to share with the voodoo lady.
I decided to change the subject just a little. "I've raised murderers before. They weren't more violent than regular undead."
"How many dead have you called from the grave?" she asked.
I shrugged. "I don't know."
"Give me an"--she seemed to be groping for a word - "estimation."
"I can't. It must have been hundreds."
"A thousand?" she asked.
"Maybe, I haven't kept count," I said.
"Has your boss at Animators, Incorporated, kept count?"
"I would assume that all my clients are on file, yes," I said.
She smiled. "I would be interested in knowing the exact number."
What could it hurt? "I'll find out if I can."
"Such an obedient girl." She stood. "I did not raise this `killer' zombie of yours. If that is what is eating citizens." She smiled, almost laughed, as if it were funny. "But I know people that would never speak to you. People that could do this horrible deed. I will question them, and they will answer me. I will have truth from them, and I will pass this truth on to you, Anita."
She said my name like it was meant to be said, Ahneetah. Made it sound exotic.
"Thank you very much, Señora Salvador."
"But there is one favor I will ask in return for this information," she said.
Something unpleasant was about to be said, I'd have bet on it. "What would that favor be, Señora?"
"I want you to pass one more test for me."
I stared at her, waiting for her to go on, but she didn't. "What sort of test?" I asked.
"Come downstairs, and I will show you." Her voice was mild as honey.
"No, Dominga," Manny said. He was standing now. "Anita, nothing the Señora could tell you would be worth what she wants."
"I can talk to people and things that will not talk to you, either of you. Good Christians that you are."
"Come on, Anita, we don't need her help." He had started for the door. I didn't follow him. Manny hadn't seen the slaughtered family. He hadn't dreamed about blood-coated teddy bears last night. I had. I couldn't leave if she could help me. Whether Benjamin Reynolds was dead or not wasn't the point. The thing, whatever it was, would kill again. And I was betting it had something to do with voodoo. It wasn't my area. I needed help, and I needed it fast.
"Anita, come on." He touched my arm, pulling me a little towards the door.
"Tell me about the test."
Dominga smiled triumphantly. She knew she had me. She knew I wasn't leaving until I had her promised help. Damn.
"Let us retire to the basement. I will explain the test there."
Manny's grip on my arm tightened. "Anita, you don't know what you're doing."
He was right, but. . . "Just stay with me, Manny, back me up. Don't let me do anything that will really hurt. Okay?"
"Anita, anything she wants you to do down there will hurt. Maybe not physically, but it will hurt."
"I have to do this, Manny." I patted his hand and smiled. "It'll be all right."
"No," he said, "it won't be."
I didn't know what to say to that, except that he was probably right. But it didn't matter. I was going to do it. Whatever she asked, within reason, if it would stop the killings. If it would fix it so that I never had to see another half-eaten body.
Dominga smiled. "Let us go downstairs." '
"May I speak with Anita alone, Señora, por favor," Manny said. His hand was still on my arm. I could feel the tension in his hand.
"You will have the rest of this beautiful day to talk to her, Manuel. But I have only this short time. If she does this test for me now, I promise to aid her in any way I can to catch this killer."
It was a powerful offer. A lot of people would talk to her just out of pure terror. The police can't inspire that. All they can do is arrest you. It wasn't enough of a deterrent. Having the undead crawl through your window . . . that was a deterrent.
Four, maybe five people were already dead. It was a bad way to die. "I've already said I'd do it. Let's go."
She walked around the table and took Manny's arm. He jumped like she'd struck him. She pulled him away from me. "No harm will come to her, Manuel. I swear."
"I do not trust you, Dominga."
She laughed. "But it is her choice, Manuel. I have not forced her."
"You have blackmailed her, Dominga. Blackmailed her with the safety of others."
She looked back over her shoulder. "Have I blackmailed you, chica?"
"Yes," I said.
"Oh, she is your student, corazón. She has your honesty. And your bravery."
"She is brave, but she has not seen what lies below."
I wanted to ask what exactly was in the basement, but I didn't. I really didn't want to know. I've had people warn me about supernatural shit before. Don't go in that room; the monster will get you. There usually is a monster, and it usually tries to get me. But up till now I've been faster or luckier than the monsters. Here's to my luck holding.
I wished that I could heed Manny's warning. Going home sounded very good about now, but duty reared its ugly head. Duty and a whisper of nightmares. I didn't want to see another butchered family.
Dominga led Manny from the room. I followed with Enzo bringing up the rear. What a day for a parade.
Chapter 6
The basement stairs were steep, wooden slats. You could feel the vibrations in the stairs as we tromped down them. It was not comforting. The bright sunlight from the door spilled into absolute darkness. The sunlight faltered, seemed to fade as if it had no power in this cavelike place. I stopped on the grey edge of daylight, staring down into the night-dark of the room. I couldn't even make out Dominga and Manny. They had to be just in front of me, didn't they?
Enzo the bodyguard waited at my back like some patient mountain. He made no move to hurry me. Was it my decision then? Could I just pack up my toys and go home?
"Manny," I called.
A voice came distantly. Too far away. Maybe it was an acoustic trick of the room. Maybe not. "I'm here, Anita."
I strained to see where the voice was coming from, but there was nothing to see. I took two steps farther down into the inky dark and stopped like I'd hit a wall. There was the damp rock smell of most basements, but under that something stale, sour, sweet. That almost indescribable smell of corpses. It was faint here at the head of the stairs. I was betting it would get worse the farther down I went.
My grandmother had been a priestess of vaudun. Her Humfo had not smelled like corpses. The line between good and evil wasn't as clear cut in voodoo as in Wicca or Christianity and satanism, but it was there. Dominga Salvador was on the wrong side of the line. I had known that when I came. It still bothered me.
Grandmother Flores had told me that I was a necromancer. It was more than being a voodoo priestess, and less. I had a sympathy with the dead, all dead. It was hard to be vaudun and a necromancer and not be evil. Too tempting, Grandma said. She had encouraged my being Christian. Encouraged my father to cut me off from her side of the family. Encouraged it for love of me and fear for my soul.
And here I was going down the steps into the jaws of temptation. What would Grandma Flores say to that? Probably, go home. Which was good advice. The tight feeling in my stomach was saying the same thing.
The lights came on. I blinked on the stairs. The one dim bulb at the foot of the staircase seemed as bright as a star. Dominga and Manny stood just under the bulb, looking up at me.
Light. Why did I feel instantly better? Silly, but true. Enzo let the door swing shut behind us. The shadows were thick, but down a narrow bricked hallway more bare light bulbs dangled.
I was almost at the bottom of the stairs. That sweet, sour smell was stronger. I tried breathing through my mouth, but that only made it clog the back of my throat. The smell of rotting flesh clings to the tongue.
Dominga led the way between the narrow walls. There were regular patches in the walls. Places where it looked like cement had been put over--doors. Paint had been smoothed over the cement, but there had been doors, rooms, at regular intervals. Why wall them up? Why cover the doors in cement? What was behind them?