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"Are you sure?"
He glared down at me with withering contempt. "Don't you think if it could be anything else I wouldn't
say it? Do you think I enjoy learning my brother took part in human sacrifice?"
"Did Peter have to be there? He couldn't have just bought it afterwards?"
"NO!" It was almost a yell. He turned away from us, pacing to the wall. His breathing was loud and
ragged.
I gave him a few moments to collect himself, then asked what had to be asked. "What does the gris-gris
do?"
He turned a calm enough face to us, but the strain showed around his eyes. "It enables a less powerful
necromancer to raise older dead, to borrow the power of some much greater necromancer."
"How borrow?"
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He shrugged. "That charm holds some of the power of the most powerful among us. Peter paid dearly
for it; so he could raise more and older dead. Peter, God, how could you?"
"How powerful would you need to be to share your power like this?"
"Very powerful," he said.
"Is there any way to trace it back to the person who made it?"
"You don't understand, Anita. That thing is a piece of someone's power. It is one substance to what soul
they have left. It must have been a great need or great greed to do it. Peter could never have afforded it.
Never."
"Can it be traced back?"
"Yes, just get it in the room with the person who truly owns it. The thing will crawl back to him. It's a
piece of his soul gone missing."
"Would that be proof in court?"
"If you could make the jury understand it, yes, I guess so." He stepped towards me. "You know who
did this?"
"Maybe. "
"Who, tell me who?"
"I'll do better than that. I'll arrange for you to come on a search of their house."
A grim smile touched his lips. "I'm beginning to like you a great deal, Anita Blake."
"Compliments later."
"What's this mean?" Marian asked. She had turned the charm completely over. There, shining among the
hair and bone, was a small charm, like from a charm bracelet. It was in the shape of a musical symbol a
treble clef.
What had Evans said when he touched the grave fragments; they slit her throat, she had a charm bracelet
with a musical note on it and little hearts. I stared at the charm and felt the world shift. Everything fell
together in one motion. Dominga Salvador hadn't raised the killer zombie. She had helped Peter Burke
raise it. But I had to be sure. We only had a few hours until we'd be back at Dominga's door trying to
prove a case.
"Are there any women that came in around the same time as Peter Burke?"
"I'm sure there are," Marian said with a smile.
"Women with their throats slit," I said.
She stared at me for a heartbeat. "I'll check the computer."
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"Can we take the charm with us?"
"Why?"
"Because if I'm right, she had a charm bracelet with a bow and arrow and little hearts on it, and this
came from the bracelet." I held the gold charm up to the light. It sparkled merrily as if it didn't know its
owner was dead.
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Death turns you grey before any other color. Oh, a body that loses a lot of blood will look white or
bluish. But once a body starts to decay, not rot, not yet, it looks greyish.
The woman looked grey. Her neck wound had been cleaned and searched. The wound looked
puckered like a second giant mouth below her chin.
Dr. Saville pulled her head back casually. "The cut was very deep. It severed the muscles in the neck
and the carotid artery. Death was fairly quick."
"Professionally done," I said.
"Well, yes, whoever cut her throat knew what they were doing. There are a dozen different ways to
injure the neck that won't kill or won't kill quickly."
John Burke said, "Are you saying that my brother had practice?"
"I don't know," I said. "Do you have her personal effects?"
"Right here." Marian unfastened a much smaller bag and spilled it out on an empty table. The golden
charm bracelet sparkled under the fluorescent lights.
I picked the bracelet up in my still gloved hand. A tiny strung bow complete with arrow, a different
musical note, two entwined hearts. Everything Evans had said.
"How did you know about the charm and the dead woman?" John Burke asked.
"I took some evidence to a clairvoyant. He saw the woman's death and the bracelet."
"What's that got to do with Peter?"
"I believe a voodoo priestess had Peter raise a zombie. It got away from him. It's been killing people. To
hide what she's done, she killed Peter."
"Who did it?"
"I have no proof unless the gris-gris will be proof enough."
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"A vision and a gris-gris." John shook his head. "Hard sell to a jury."
"I know. That's why we need more proof."
Dr. Saville just watched us talk, like an eager spectator.
"A name, Anita, give me a name."
"Only if you swear not to go after her until the law has its chance. Only if the law fails, promise me."
"I give you my word."
I studied his face for a minute. The dark eyes stared back, clear and certain. Bet he could lie with a clear
conscience. "I don't trust just anybody's word." I stared at him a moment longer. He never flinched. I
guess my hard-as-nails look has faded a little. Or maybe he meant to keep his word. It happens
sometimes.
"Alright, I'll take your word. Don't make me regret it."
"I won't," he said. "Now give me the name."
I turned to Dr. Saville. "Excuse us, Marian. The less you know about all this, the greater your chances of
never waking to a zombie crawling through your window." An exaggeration, sort of, but it made my
point.
She looked like she wanted to protest but finally nodded. "Very well, but I would dearly love to hear the
complete story someday, if it's safe."
"If I can tell it, it's yours," I said.
She nodded again, shut the drawer the Jane Doe lay on, and left. "Yell when you're finished. I've got
work to do," she said and the door closed behind her.
She left us with the evidence still clutched in our hands. Guess she trusted me. Or us?
"Dominga Salvador," I said.
He drew a sharp breath. "I know that name. She is a frightening force if all the stories are true."
"They're true," I said.
"You've met her?"
"I've had the misfortune."
There was a look on his face that I didn't much like. "You swore no revenge."
"The police will not get her. She is too crafty for that," he said.
"We can get her legally. I believe that."
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"You aren't sure," he said
What could I say? He was right. "I'm almost sure."
"Almost is not good enough for killing my brother."
"That zombie has killed a lot more people than just your brother. I want her, too. But we're going to get
her legally, through the court system."
"There are other ways to get her," he said.
"If the law fails us, feel free to use voodoo. Just don't tell me about it."
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