A faint yelp from the parking lot turned me around, and I wasn't surprised to see Wayde jogging up the sidewalk, the I.S. officer from the van limping behind him. Nina made a small noise when he ran right over that patch of holy ground, clearly not pleased.
"I thought you were staying in the car!" I shouted as Nina sourly gestured to the surrounding I.S. officers to let him pass.
Giving them space warily, Wayde slowed as he approached, his eyes widening as he glanced at the body, then did a double take. "You yelled," he explained, then looked again and swore under his breath. "I came. That's my job. What the hell is that?"
"Someone's mistake," I said. "They asked me out here because they thought I did it. I got mad."
"Sir," Nina started, and I wondered why he/she used any term of respect at all.
"He's my bodyguard," I said tightly. "You know that. I don't trust you. I should walk away from this, but I'm here, and I'm going to take a look. He stays. Got a problem, take it up with my mom."
Jenks laughed as the undead vampire looked through Nina's eyes, assessed the situation, then nodded, Nina's stance taking on a faint swagger at odds with her slim figure. "He may stay if his talents include keeping his mouth shut."
Wayde exhaled, seeming to lose body mass and tension, but it all came back when he glanced at the body again. "Uh, sorry it took me so long to get here," he said to me. "I had to get around limp dick there."
I looked behind Wayde to the retreating I.S. officer. He had his hand on his nose, and I think he was bleeding if Nina's sharp eyes on him meant anything. Fresh blood and the scent of a fight were like champagne to the undead, and my estimation of Wayde wavered. A good bodyguard could have gotten by the I.S. officer without drawing blood.
"Don't worry about it," I said as I glanced at Ivy and she shrugged almost imperceptibly. "I appreciate it." And despite my doubts, I did. Regardless of having broken the cop's nose, he'd clearly been doing his job if the I.S. had been shadowing me and all I'd gotten was a faint feeling of unease. I wasn't helpless, but another pair of eyes and fists usually kept incidents from ever happening. The best bodyguard was one who didn't have to do anything but be there.
Jenks's wings clattered as he took off from my shoulder, clearly struggling from the weight of his extra clothes. November was the cusp for pixies. Most were hibernating by now, but Jenks and his family would winter in the church, and if the day was warm enough, Jenks would brave the cold.
"We gonna watch walkie-talkie vamp have a blood orgy, or are we going to look at someone else's?" he said snidely, and Nina gestured to the pair of I.S. officers who had been nervously lurking nearby. The better-dressed one jogged forward with the printout and handed it to Nina before backing up. I'd be cautious, too, if my superior had been lusting after someone's nosebleed.
"I've sent a copy to your church of the information we've already gathered," Nina said as she handed it in turn to Ivy. "I want this back. It's my copy."
Ivy took it, her lips tight with repressed anger. Something was bothering her, something more than the body. I looked past Nina to the body again, repulsed and yet riveted. My God, the man had only one hand left. It was thick and malformed, bending in as if cramped, with a thick, horny, inflexible skin. The fingers looked as if they were made of dough and just stuck on. The other hand and both his feet were perfect cloven hooves. If anything, he looked like a faun, only everything was perverted and disproportionate. There were no such things as fauns, never had been, but perhaps mutilations such as this were where the fable had gotten started.
Feeling ill, I looked away, noticing that the blood-drawn pentagram under him was one made to gather power from an external source. Jeez, I hoped this had nothing to do with me. The man looked as if he'd been in his midtwenties, fit apart from the half-goat thing.
"How many have there been?" I asked. They might only have asked me out here to see if I had done it, but now that I was here, I was going to find out who had. Ivy, too, was studiously looking through the packet of information, clearly eager to take the run. There were a lot of papers. The I.S. wasn't known for being meticulous about data gathering, meaning this had been going on for a while. They should have come to me sooner.
Spinning gracefully, Nina turned to the body, looking at it as if it were a painting on a wall. "This is the third incident. His name was Thomas Siskton, and he was a university student, missing since last week."
Jenks whistled by rubbing his wings together, and then he darted to the railing, standing on it and facing the body. "There hasn't been anything in the news. You'd think a hoofed university student with horns would make the papers."
"Keep your mouth shut," Ivy said, knowing how hard it was for the pixy to keep a secret.
Nina looked between me and Wayde, clearly not happy with the Were being here. She probably didn't know Jenks was the higher risk for blabbing despite pixies being noncitizens. "We've kept it quiet. It needs to stay that way."
"Don't worry about me," Wayde said, dropping back and putting a hand in the air as he looked down submissively. "I'm a professional."
I grimaced, hearing what the undead vampire was saying. You don't just keep something like this quiet without illegal memory charms. Great. I hated memory charms.
Nina saw my understanding and smiled with her new, confident, sexy eyes and turned to Ivy, a hand out as if to escort her up the stairs. "The site is open for your inspection," she said as she walked over the blood-painted word of Latin as if it meant nothing. "We've already gathered what we need."
"Good." Ivy casually sidestepped Nina's guiding hand and walked up the stairs by herself. "I'll let you know what you missed."
Her attitude was surprisingly belligerent, and I wondered why she was letting her emotions show like this. She knew it would attract the undead's attention all the more, and clearly she didn't like him. Concerned, I went to follow Ivy up, and Wayde touched my elbow. "Hey, uh, I'll stay here if you don't mind," he said, his face pale as he looked up at the body.
Jenks snickered, which I thought totally unfair, following it up with a "Not used to the blood, wolfman?"
Wayde's expression sharpened on the pixy. "He's half turned into something. You know how many nightmares I've had about that?"
Yes, I suppose being able to turn into a wolf, painfully, might give one a new kind of nightmare, and I smiled as I gave his arm a squeeze, feeling the hard muscle under his shirt. "You can wait at the car if you want. I'll be fine."