He hit the remote control. "Here, a face shot."
I turned back to the screen. The frozen image stared out at me. It was the second man. It was Alfred.
"Oh, my, God," I said.
"You know him?" Edward asked.
"Yeah." No sense denying it. Alfred was dead. Edward couldn't hurt him anymore.
"Name?"
"Alfred. I don't know the last name."
He hit fast forward. The images on the screen moved at a furious pace, doing intimate things that would have been obscene at any speed. At fast forward it seemed sadder. Ridiculous as well as degrading.
He hit the pause again. The woman was full face to the camera, mouth open, eyes heavy lidded with sexual languor. Her hair was spread artfully over the silken pillow. It should have been provocative. It managed not to be.
"Do you know her?"
I shook my head. "No."
He hit the button again. "We're near the end."
"What about the other man?"
"He wears a face mask throughout."
The masked man had mounted the woman from behind. His h*ps cupped her butt, the line of his thigh matching hers. He leaned his upper body over her nude torso, hands massaging the flesh of her upper arms. He seemed to be draping himself on top of her more than anything else. There seemed to be very little sex going on.
She was supporting his full weight on her hands and knees. Her breath came in pants. A low growl trickled through the room. The camera did a close-up of the man's back. The skin was rippled, as if a hand had rubbed the under surface of his skin, then vanished. More ripples, as if something small were trying to punch its way out.
A wider-angle shot showed him still draped over the woman. The ripples on his back were growing. You could see things pushing against his skin, movements large enough you could have seen them even if he'd been dressed. Like those I had seen on Jason last night.
I had to admit this part was fascinating. I'd seen people shapeshift, but never like this. Not in minute detail, not with the loving eye of a camera on it.
The skin split along his back, and he reared upward, hands hugging her waist, screaming. Clear liquid flowed down his back in a wash that soaked the bed and the woman underneath him.
The woman gave a little encouragement, moving her bu**ocks against him, thrusting against him, head bowed to the bed.
Black fur flowed outward from his back. His hands shot to his sides, spasming. He leaned over her again, hands digging into the bed. The hands were just hands, then those human fingers sliced into the bed, ripping white stuffing from great clawed furrows.
The man seemed to shrink. The fur flowed faster and faster, almost liquid in its speed. The mask dropped away. The face was the wrong shape for it now. The camera did a close shot of the fallen mask. A bit of art in all this... oh, hell. I didn't have a word for it.
The man was gone. A black leopard mounted the woman and seemed very happy with the arrangement. The leopard bent over the woman, lips spread to reveal glistening teeth. The leopard nipped her back, drawing a small amount of blood. She gave a low moan, a shudder sweeping her body.
Alfred came back into view. He was still in human form. He crawled up to the bed and kissed the woman. It was a long, complete kiss, full of probing tongues. He rose on his knees, still kissing her, rocking his body with the movements. He seemed very excited to see her.
His back rippled, and he tore away from her, hands clutching the sheets. The change seemed to go a lot faster for him. The camera did a close-up of one of his hands. Bones slid out of the skin with wet, sucking noises. Muscles and ligaments crawled and rearranged. The skin tore and that same clear liquid poured out. The hand changed into a na**d claw before the dark fur flowed over it.
He stood on bent legs, half wolf, half man, but all male. He threw back his head and howled. The sound had a deep, resonating quality that filled the room.
The woman looked up at him, eyes wide. The leopard jumped off her, rolling on the bed, for all the world like a big kitten. It rolled itself in the silken sheet, until only its black-furred face peeked out.
The woman lay on her back, legs spread-eagled. She held out her hands to the wolfman, tongue flicking out along her lips as if she were really enjoying herself. Maybe she was.
The werewolf thrust into her, and it wasn't gentle. She gave a gasping moan, as if it were the best thing she'd ever felt.
The woman was making noises. Either she was a very good actor or she was coming close to cl**ax. I wasn't sure which I preferred. Good acting, I think.
She came with a sound between a scream and a shout of joy. She lay back gasping on the bed, body liquid. The werewolf gave one last shuddering thrust and drew claws down the length of her na**d body.
She screamed then, no acting required. Blood poured down her body in scarlet rivulets. The leopard gave a startled scream and jumped off the bed. The woman put her hands up in front of her face, and the claws smashed her arms to one side. Blood poured, and there was a glimpse of bone in one arm where the claws had torn all the flesh away.
Her screams were high and continuous, one loud ragged shriek after another, as fast as she could draw air. The werewolf's pointed muzzle lowered towards her face. I had an image of the murder victim's crushed jaw. But he went for her throat. He bit her throat out, spraying a great gout of blood.
Her eyes stared sightless at the camera, wide and shiny, dull with death. The blood had somehow left her face untouched. The werewolf reared back, blood dripping from its jaws. A gob of blood fell on her staring face, running between her eyes.
The leopard leaped back onto the bed. It licked her face clean with long, sure strokes of its tongue. The werewolf licked its way down her body, stopping over her stomach. It hesitated, one yellow eye staring at the camera. It began to feed. The leopard joined the feast.
I closed my eyes, but the sounds were enough. Heavy, wet, tearing sounds filled the room. I heard myself say, "Turn it off." The sounds stopped, and I assumed that Edward had turned the tape off, but I didn't look up to see. I didn't look up until I heard the whir of the tape rewinding.
Edward cut a bite of steak.
"If you eat that right now, I will throw up on you."
He smiled, but he put down his silverware. He looked at me. His expression was neutral, as it was most of the time. I couldn't tell if he'd enjoyed the film or been disgusted by it. "Now you can ask me questions," he said. His voice was like it always was, pleasant, unaffected by external stimuli.
"Jesus, where did you get that thing?"
"A client."
"Why give it to you?"
"The woman was his daughter."
"Oh, God, please, tell me he didn't watch this."
"You know he saw it. You know he watched it to the end or why hire me? Most men don't hire people to kill their daughter's lovers."
"He hired you to kill the two men?"
Edward nodded.
"Why did you show this to me?"
"Because I knew you'd help me."
"I'm not an assassin, Edward."
"Just help me identify them. I'll do the rest. Is it all right if I drink some wine?"
I nodded.
He sipped his wine. The dark liquid rolled around the glass, looking a lot redder than it had before the movie. I swallowed hard and looked away. I would not throw up. I would not throw up.
"Where can I find Alfred?"
"Nowhere," I said.
He set his wineglass carefully on the tray. "Anita, you disappoint me. I thought you'd help me after seeing what they did to the girl."
"I'm not being uncooperative. That film is one of the worst things I've ever seen, and I've seen a hell of a lot. You're too late to find Alfred."
"How too late?"
"I killed him last night."
A smile spread across his face, beautiful to behold. "You always make my job easier."
"Not on purpose."
He shrugged. "Do you want half the fee? You did do half the work."
I shook my head. "I didn't do it for money."
"Tell me what happened."
"No."
"Why not?"
I looked at him. "Because you hunt lycanthropes and I don't want to give someone to you by accident."
"The wereleopard deserves to die, Anita."
"I'm not arguing that. Though, technically, he didn't kill the girl."
"The father wants them both. Do you blame him?"
"No, I guess I don't."
"Then you'll help me identify the other man?"