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May 29, 2020 3:17 PM
storms & palatinates in the anita blake-verse
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Anita nods. “Have it your way.”

She walks around the desk to show him to the door.

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Frankie moves, with a liquid grace and quickness that he never had alive.

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- she moves away from him, just out of reach.

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"-You saw me move."

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"I heard you," she lies. "You’re the new dead, Frankie. Vampire or not, you’ve got a lot to learn."

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He steps in close. "But no human coulda seen it."

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It takes everything she has not to step back from him. But dammit, undead or not, he's Frankie Axel. She isn't going to give him the satisfaction.

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"You ain't any more human than me."

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She moves to open the door - she's not moving away from him. She isn't intimidated. She tries to convince the sweat along her spine that there's a difference. The cold feeling in her stomach isn't fooled either.

Anita gives him her best professional smile. “I really have to be going now. Thank you for thinking of Animators, Inc.”

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He starts to leave, but stops in the doorway. "Why won't you work for us? I need to tell 'em something."

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She gets straight to the point. "I don't work for vampires."

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"...Firm rule?"

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"Concrete."

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Frankie sighs again, and there's a flash of the old him, something that might be pity. "Wish you hadn't said that, Anita. These people don't like anyone telling 'em no."

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"And I don't respond well to threats. Get out."

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"It weren't a threat," he says as he starts to leave. "Just the truth."

And then he's gone.

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She closes the door behind him and leans against it. Her knees feel weak. But there isn't time for her to sit here and shake. She has work to do, zombies to raise. Her next client, Mrs. Grundick, is probably already at the cemetery. She will be standing there with her little black purse and her grown sons, waiting for Anita to raise her husband from the dead. There is a mystery of two very different wills. It's either years of court costs and arguments, or raise Albert Grundick from the dead and ask.

She takes a breath, puts on her jacket to cover the shoulder rig that holds her gun, and wipes her sweaty palms on her skirt. The jacket doesn't lie flat over the gun, but that's okay. She doubts the Grundicks and their lawyers will notice. She takes another breath and heads on out. Work to be done.

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When the work's done, she'll find a familiar figure leaning against her car.

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She's tired and can't wait to go home and sleep the day away, but she smiles when she sees her friend. A little bit of happiness sneaks back into her heart.

"You're up late — or is it early? I can never tell with you."

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"Never really sure my self," Tau says, with the briefest smirk. "Heard you had a visitor."

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"Are you paying off the secretary again, Tau? I thought Bert had grumbled about that to you enough this year," she teases.

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"Craig likes me, I can actually beat him at pool. It's not so much paying him off as kicking his ass at pool every other Monday."

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She laughs and shakes her head fondly.

"His info is right, anyway. Frankie Axel had an appointment tonight. Haven't seen him since the funeral."

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"-Shit, what did he want? He should know better."

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Normally she wouldn't go into detail about what went on in an appointment. Animators, Inc prided itself on privacy. But Tau was on retainer with them as a private detective and was about as much part of the company as Anita herself.

"Wanted to hire me to look into the vamp murders in the District. Or whoever he is working for does." If anyone knew who Frankie is working for, it would be Tau.

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