Laurell Hamilton - Affliction

She bent over the piece of paper again. He protested, but this time she signed it and handed the pen to me.

‘I’m not sure this is the best course of action,’ Chapman said.

I had to walk past him to take the pen from Hatfield.

‘You aren’t the boss of us,’ Edward said, ‘not even of Hatfield, because she’s one of us now.’

I signed my name, then turned and held the pen out to Edward. ‘Want to witness it?’

‘Sure,’ he said, and he had to walk past Chapman, too.

‘And the fact that I am not the boss of any of you is precisely the problem. The Preternatural Branch of our service is like a speeding car with no one at the wheel; eventually it’s going to crash and then we’ll be expected to clean up the mess.’

‘If by we , you mean the Marshals Service, don’t sweat it; I heard we’re about to be spun off into our own bureaucratic entity.’

‘If they do that, Blake, you will be what amounts to legal death squads hunting legal citizens in the United States.’

‘I didn’t say it was a good idea, or even that I agreed with it, but it still looks like it’s going to go through,’ I said.

‘I don’t believe it will.’

‘We’ll see,’ I said.

‘Yes, we will.’

Edward looked at the other man. ‘The problem is that you keep trying to treat this problem like it’s a police and civil liberties issue, and it’s not.’

‘What is it then, Marshal Forrester? You tell me.’

‘Have you ever had a nightmare so real that when you wake up in a cold sweat, you look around the room and you feel that rush of relief to know that it wasn’t real?’

Chapman shrugged. ‘We all have.’

Edward nodded. ‘Have you ever felt that rush of relief and then heard a noise that shouldn’t have been there, because you’re supposed to be alone?’

Chapman just looked at him, controlling his face and giving blank face back. ‘I can’t say I have.’

‘I have. Anita has. We know that the nightmare can be real, and we have the skills, the will, and the tools to fight the nightmares and win.’

‘You and Blake are tough motherfuckers, I get that, Forrester.’

Edward shook his head. ‘That’s not it.’

‘Then explain it to me,’ he said, and his irritation sounded in his voice.

‘The newer marshals think like cops, which means they’re trained to preserve life. Blake and I think more like soldiers; our job is to take lives, not save them. In killing the monsters we save lives, but our actual job is to take life. We aren’t Officer Friendly coming into the classroom to reassure the kids. We aren’t the person with a badge who the nice elderly lady can call for help when her cat’s up a tree. We aren’t the patrol officer who will give you directions when you’re lost. We aren’t the state trooper who will stop you when you’re drunk so you don’t kill anyone else or yourself with your car. We aren’t any of those things and neither of us ever has been; we weren’t trained for it. All the best executioners come from backgrounds that do not include police work but often include military, or a civilian background where they hunted and killed large game.’

‘Blake is not a great white hunter,’ Chapman said.

‘No, but her dad took her hunting for deer, which was the biggest game they could hunt in her home state.’

He glanced at me. ‘That’s not in your file.’

I shrugged.

‘We hunt and kill things. When it comes to a stand-up fight like it did yesterday, we are soldiers first, cops second, because even if we negotiate with the bad guys, they know, and we know, that we are going to kill them. We are assassins with badges. We are death squads, and the fact that Hatfield and all the good police officers in our field don’t understand that is why they aren’t as good at the job as we are, and Bernardo Spotted-Horse, and Otto Jeffries, or … All the best of us started out as bounty hunters, or vampire hunters who were supplementing the police.’

‘You’re admitting that you’re just killers with badges,’ he said.

Edward nodded. ‘Yes.’

‘I can’t endorse the Marshals Service being a party to that.’

‘I know,’ Edward said, ‘because being a police officer is about preserving life, liberty, and safety.’

‘We put the bad guys away, so the innocent aren’t hurt,’ Chapman said.

‘The police are really good at that if the politicians let them do their job, but the monsters are real, Chief Deputy Marshal Chapman. When the government decided that the monsters were too dangerous to put in jail and that executing them was the only way to keep the innocent safe, then it stopped being a job for the police.’

‘You have badges; you are the police,’ Chapman said.

‘We have badges and we are police officers, but you don’t really believe that. If you did, you wouldn’t have cared that Hatfield was giving the warrant to Anita.’

‘It’s the lack of control, the lack of checks and balances for you and her,’ he said.

‘We make you nervous.’

‘No, you don’t make me nervous.’

I wanted to say Liar , but wisely kept my mouth shut.

Then Chapman looked at us, and finally at Hatfield. ‘You’re a good marshal, Hatfield; if you want to leave the Preternatural Branch and come back to our side of things I will fully support you. I’ll personally see that you don’t suffer any ill effects careerwise.’

‘Thank you, Chapman, and I may do that, but I feel I have to stay with this case until it’s done. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I didn’t.’

‘When it’s over, you can come back to regular service,’ he said.

‘Thank you, sir; I think I’d prefer that.’

He turned to Edward and said, ‘You and Blake, Spotted-Horse, Jeffries, the rest of you, don’t make me nervous, Forrester; you scare me, because you aren’t cops, and I don’t like people thinking that just because the monster has a badge it ceases to be a monster.’

‘Are you calling us monsters, Chapman?’ I asked.

‘They’ve let two marshals who tested positive for lycanthropy keep their badges. They’re in the field again, but I saw the damage that Blake’s shifter friend did to the officers in the chopper. Are you really comfortable letting something like that have a badge?’

‘I will hunt down the vampire that made Ares attack us. I will hunt him down and I will kill him.’

‘In revenge?’

‘No, sir, because it’s my job.’

Chapman shook his head. ‘You’re right, Forrester; you’re death squad soldiers with badges. I suspected that, and it was one of the reasons I was pushing so hard to have people like Hatfield join your branch. I was hoping it would help balance the rest of you, but now I’m afraid that instead of her balancing you, you will corrupt her.’

‘I’m a little too old to be corrupted, sir,’ Hatfield said.

He looked at her and his eyes were sad. In that moment I knew that Chapman had seen real combat; there’s a look that only real violence, real survival, and real survival guilt can give you.

‘Until the devil takes your soul, Hatfield, you’re never too old to be corrupted.’ With that he turned and walked out, leaving the door open behind him.

We gathered up our stuff and went to talk to witnesses, read over the police reports, and hope we found a clue.

The local PD gave us a small room in the depths of the building to spread the papers around. There’d been some reluctance, but I had the warrant now and that made this my case. I tried not to be too rude, but I also was all out of taking shit. We had until nightfall to learn what we could from the reports, pictures, and witness statements. I was hoping to talk to some of the human witnesses, the few who had lived through being a witness, but first the reports. Yeah, they can be tedious and even boring, but there’s a reason we write reports and take pictures and measurements from every angle, and not all of it’s for court; sometimes you learn new things that help you catch the bad guys.