'We need crime scene techs up here to at least take more pictures than just a few with our phones. They need to collect evidence,' Hatfield said.

'Technically I can call it without doing anything else,' I said, 'but we can call in the techs after we find out what's down there.'

'Let's let someone know that we have more zombies, or more dead bodies here, before we confirm,' Edward said.

'You want to call for backup before we know if we need it?' I asked.

'If this turns into another hospital basement, backup might be good.'

I didn't know what to say; in all the years I'd known him I wasn't sure he'd ever said that before, which meant that maybe I owed Dev an apology. If it had bothered Edward, then it had been bad. That it hadn't bothered me more made me wonder about myself. Maybe it would hit me later, or maybe Edward needed more emotional backup than I could supply. I had my sweeties with me to cuddle, and say what you will, that helps.

'Okay, we call it in,' I said, and we did.

Edward made the call. He told them that we suspected there was something preternatural or just bad in the basement, and if anyone wanted more pictures of the crime scene than we'd taken with our phones, then they needed to send techs out now. When they suggested sending more cops to back us up, Edward didn't say no. He was mellowing.

'Do we wait?' I asked.

He shook his head. 'No.'

'If we're going in before backup arrives, then why call it in at all?' Hatfield asked.

'So they'll know where we are, just in case,' Edward said.

'Just in case what?' she asked.

'Just in case whatever is in the basement tries to eat us, or trap us, or in case the basement is all one great big trap,' I said.

'If we think it's a trap, then we should wait,' she said.

'Probably,' I said.

Edward turned on the flashlight mounted to his AR.

'But we're not going to wait, are we?' she asked.

'No,' he said.

'No,' I said.

'Why aren't we waiting again?' Hatfield asked.

'Because they're Death and the Executioner,' Seamus said.

'I thought they were Death and War,' Hatfield said.

'That, too,' Nicky said.

He seemed to think about it for a minute and then nodded. 'Maybe if we follow you around enough on cases, we'll get nifty nicknames,' he said.

'Like what?' Nicky asked.

'Minions,' Seamus said.

'What?' Lisandro asked.

'We're her minions, all of us are,' Seamus said, as if that made sense.

'War doesn't have minions,' I said.

'Yes, actually he does: strife, panic, anger, discord, to name a few.'

'Are we delaying until backup arrives?' Hatfield asked.

'I am,' Lisandro said. 'The basement smells bad enough from here.'

'Pussy,' Nicky said.

'Ratty, actually,' Lisandro said.

'Who's Mole then?' Nicky asked.

'Anita's shortest,' Lisandro said.

I was about to remark that they'd just made a Wind in the Willows joke, but Edward had had enough of games.

'Shut up,' Edward said. 'Anita, get the door while I cover it.'

'No,' Nicky and Lisandro said together.

I glared at them.

'Anita doesn't go first if we're here to be her bodyguards,' Lisandro said.

'I'm on the job,' I said.

'So are we,' Lisandro said, and eased past me toward the door.

I moved into his way.

'Anita, you can let me help Ted through that door, or we can argue about it until the other cops arrive, your choice.'

I looked at Seamus. 'You'd let me go first.'

'Yes.'

'Why?' Nicky asked him.

'Because there can be nothing down there that is scarier than she is.'