Eebs pose as married

"Success," Susan said. "Or at least a little of it. Our people found out exactly who is tailing us up here."
"Yeah?" I asked. "Who?"
"The Eebs," she said.
Molly came in and frowned severely at what they were doing. Granted, the place was kind of a mess after the FBI and cops got done, but still. She was probably as used to the place as I was. "Sounds like the Scoobies, only less distinctive."
Martin shook his head. "Esteban and Esmerelda Batiste," he clarified. "One of the husband-wife teams the Red Court uses for fieldwork."
"One of?" I asked.
"Couples traveling together attract less attention," Susan said. "They're often given the benefit of the doubt in any kind of judgment call made by various officers of the law. It smooths things out a little more than they would be otherwise."
"Hence you and Martin," I said.
"Yes," said Martin. "Obviously."
"Esteban and Esmerelda are notorious," Susan said. "They're unorthodox, difficult to predict, which is saying something when you're talking about vampires. They'll throw away their personnel, too, if that is what it takes to get results. Personally, I think it's because they have some kind of gruesome variation of love for each other. Makes them more emotional."
"They have complementary insanities," Martin said. "Don't dignify it with anything more."
"The one you said got away, Harry?" Susan said. "Esteban, probably. He rabbits early and often, which probably explains why he's still alive. Esmerelda would have been the spotter on top of a nearby building - also the one who probably triggered the explosives."
"Gotta figure they're behind the hit outside the FBI building, too," I said. "Tinted windows on the car. Shooter was way back inside the backseat, away from the window."
"Maybe, sure," Susan said. "They'll suit up in all-over coverage and head out in the daytime if they think it's really necessary."
I grunted. "So Esteban and Esmerelda . . ."
"Eebs," Susan said firmly.
"So the Eebs aren't really fighters. They're planners. Fair to say?"
"Very much so," said Martin. There might have been a faint note of approval in his voice.


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