"Bring it to shore," I said.
MacAdam said, "You sure this is the only surprise out there in that sinkhole?"
"I think this is our only naga for the night."
He nodded and slipped back into the water with his partner. It was nice not to be argued with. Maybe it was the na**d ripped body of the naga.
The paramedics had to pry the naga's hands from my jacket a finger at a time. His fingers didn't want to uncurl. They stayed bent like the fingers of the dead after rigor had set in.
"Do you know what he is?" the paramedic with pale hair asked.
"A naga."
She exchanged glances with her partner. He shook his head. "What the hell is a naga?"
"A creature out of Hindu legend. They're mostly pictured in serpent form."
"Great," he said. "Will he react like a reptile or a mammal?"
"I don't know."
The medics from the other ambulance were setting up a pulley system and directing everybody up to the warmth of the ambulances. We needed more medics.
The paramedics spread a warm saline solution on a soft cotton sheet and wrapped the naga in it. His whole body was an open wound with all that that implied. Infection was the big threat. Could immortal beings get infections? Who knew? I knew about preternatural creatures, but first aid for the immortal? That wasn't my area.
They bundled him in layers of blankets. I looked at the drill sergeant paramedic. "Even if he's reptilian blankets can't hurt."
He had a point.
"His pulse is weak but steady," the woman said. "Should we risk trying an IV or..."
"I don't know," her partner answered. "He shouldn't be alive at all. Let's just move him. We'll keep him alive and get him to the hospital."
The distant whoop of more ambulances sounded. Reinforcements were on the way. The medics put the naga on a long spine-board and fit it in a Stokes basket, attached to the ropes the other paramedics had set up at top of the hill.
"You got any other information that'll help us treat him?" the paramedic asked. His eyes were very direct.
"I don't think so."
"Then get your butt up to an ambulance, now."
I didn't argue. I was cold, and my clothes were beginning to freeze to my body even under the blanket.
I ended up in a warm ambulance wearing nothing but a blanket while more paramedics and EMTs forced heated oxygen on me. Dolph and Zerbrowski ended up in the ambulance with me. Better them than Aikensen and Titus.
While we waited for the medics to tell us we would all live, Dolph got back to business.
"Tell me about nagas," Dolph said.
"Like I said, they're creatures from Hindu legend. They're mostly pictured as snakes, particularly cobras. They can take human form. Or appear as snakes with human heads. They're the guardians of raindrops and pearls."
"Say the last again?" Zerbrowski asked. His neatly combed hair had dried in messy curls. He'd jumped in the river to save little ol' me, even though he couldn't swim.
I repeated it. "There's a pearl embedded in the head of the skin. I think the skin was the naga's. Someone skinned him, but he didn't die. I don't know how the skin ended up in the river, or how he did."
Dolph said, "You mean he was a snake and they skinned him, but it didn't kill him."
"Apparently not."
"How is he in man form now?"
"I don't know."
"Why isn't he dead?" Dolph asked.
"Nagas are immortal."
"Shouldn't you tell the paramedics that?" Zerbrowski said.
"He's been completely skinned and is still alive. I think they're going to figure it out on their own," I said.
"Good point."
"Which of you fired the shot at Aikensen?"
"Titus did it," Dolph said.
"He cussed him out, and took his gun away," Zerbrowski said.
"Hope he doesn't give it back. If anyone shouldn't be armed, it's Aikensen."
"You got an extra change of clothes with you, Blake?" Zerbrowski asked.
"Nope."
"I've got two pairs of sweats in the trunk of my car. I want to get back to what's left of my anniversary."
The thought of wearing a used pair of sweats that had been sitting in Zerbrowski's car was too much for me. "I don't think so, Zerbrowski."
He grinned at me. "They're clean. Katie and I were going to exercise today but never got around to it."
"Never made it to the gym, huh," I said.
"No." Color crept up his neck. It must have been something really good, or really embarrassing to get to Zerbrowski that quickly.
"What kind of exercise were you two doing?" I asked.
"A man needs exercise," Dolph said solemnly.
Zerbrowski looked at me, eyebrows going up. "And how much of a workout is your sweetie giving you?" He turned to Dolph. "Did I tell you that Blake's got herself a boyfriend? He's sleeping over."
"Mr. Zeeman answered the phone," Dolph said.
"Isn't your phone right beside your bed, Blake?" Zerbrowski asked. He was giving me his best wide innocent brown eyes.
"Get the sweats and get me out of here," I said.
Zerbrowski laughed, and Dolph joined him.
"These are Katie's sweats so don't get anything on them. If you really want to work out, do it nude."
I flashed him a one-fingered salute.
"Oh, do that again," Zerbrowski said, "your blanket gaped."
I was just amusing the hell out of everyone.
30
I was standing in my hallway at four o'clock. I was dressed in a very pink sweatsuit. My wet clothes were held sort of gingerly in a bundle under my left arm. Even with the new pink sweats, I was cold. The paramedics had only let me go because I promised to drink hot fluids and take a hot bath. I'd run up the stairs in a pair of gym socks. I could wear Katie's sweats, but not her shoes.
I was cold, tired, and my face hurt. The headache was gone, though. Maybe it was being dunked in ice-cold water. Maybe it was the touch of a naga. I couldn't recall any stories associating them with spontaneous healing, but it had been a long time since I read up on nagas. They'd been on the final in preternatural bio class. The big clue had been the pearl and the cobra skin. I was going to have to dig up my textbook and reread the section. Though the doc on call at whatever hospital they went to was going to have to read up faster than I was. Would nagas be in their computers? By law, they'd better be. Would the naga have anyone to sue for him if they didn't? Would he rise from his deathbed and sue himself?
I stood in front of my apartment for the second time in six hours and had no key. I leaned my head against the door for just a second and felt sorry for myself. I didn't want to see Richard again tonight. We had a lot to talk about that had nothing to do with his shapeshifting. I wished I hadn't thought of children. I didn't want to discuss the little tykes tonight. I didn't want to discuss anything. I wanted to drag off to bed and be alone.
I took a deep breath and stood straight. No need to look as woebegone as I felt. I rang my own doorbell and vowed to get an extra set of keys made. No, one of them wasn't for Richard. They were both for me.
Richard opened the door. His hair was sleep tousled, falling in a heavy, wavy mass around his face. He was shirtless and barefoot. The top button of his jeans was undone. I was suddenly glad to see him. Lust is a wonderful thing.
I grabbed the top edge of his jeans and drew him to me. He jumped when my wet clothes touched his bare chest, but he didn't pull away. His body was almost fever warm from sleep. I warmed my hands along his spine and he twitched, writhing against the cold but never pulling away. I dropped the wet clothes on the floor.
We kissed. His lips were gentle. My hands traced the edge of his waistband, fingers dangerously low. He spoke low and soft next to my ear. I expected sweet nothings or dirty promises. What I got was, "We have company."
I sort of froze. I had this image of Ronnie, or worse Irving, sitting on the couch while we groped each other. "Shit," I said softly and with feeling.
"Home at last, ma petite." It was much worse than Irving.
I stared up at Richard with my mouth hanging open. "What's going on?"
"He came in while I was asleep. I woke up when the door opened."
I was suddenly cold again, down to my sodden toes. "Are you all right?"
"Do you really want to discuss this in the hall, ma petite?" Jean-Claude's voice was oh so reasonable.