It was Gerry Mulligan with a nineteen-fifties piece that filled the room with familiar strains.
He plugged in a Coltrane disc and then a Gerry Mulligan and laid back to commiserate with the perfect sound of it all while he closed his eyes and pretended he was happy.
Most Guardians listened when their station chief, Gerry, told them the rules about not directly challenging Xander.
Gerry stayed outside his mindreading range up the beach, his movement stilled as he watched.
"That is why you follow my directions," Gerry said from nearby.
"Gentle, Xander," Gerry reminded him.
Gerry was tense and worried, as he had been since Xander decapitated the one Guardian who tried to attack Ingrid, thinking she was a vamp, too.
"I hate this part," Gerry muttered.
A few feet away, Gerry flinched.
"I really wish they would listen," Gerry said, shaking his head.
"It's a long walk home," Gerry said.
"Evenin'," he greeted Gerry, the station chief.
"You know most of the guys," Gerry said.
Gerry alone spoke to him, while two others hung back as the Guardian led him into the hidden room at the back of the house, filled with a small conference table and humming computers.
Xander sat, and Gerry poured them both coffee, aware of his addiction for the bitter human drink.
We cleared Naturals out of the area within five miles of you, Gerry said firmly.
Gerry pushed off from the table and rolled to one computer.
Gerry glanced at him then typed the info into the computer.
"Then unless one of us has been within three feet of her …" Gerry frowned.
Gerry tapped the table for a moment then began sorting the names.
Gerry cleared the screen then began a broader search while Xander watched.
I won't interfere, Gerry added.
Gerry was still wary, and Xander understood why.
"Alright," Gerry said grudgingly.
Her assistant, Gerry, looked like a college athlete with a huge, bright grin, blond hair and friendly hazel eyes.
His assistant was slender and handsome, the only other besides Gerry to smile.
"Ingrid, I'm Gerry," the hazel-eyed man said, holding out his hand.
Gerry glanced at her.
Gerry joined her, watching the four below.
"Gerry, bring me something to drink," Toni called.
Gerry appeared interested in her words, until Toni whinnied at him again.
Gerry catered to Toni, whose chest was thrust even farther out than before.
Toni was lecturing Gerry on how she took her coffee.
Jessi's attention was on Gerry, who was smiling politely while his jaw ticked.
"Got it," Gerry replied promptly from somewhere behind Xander.
"Wow. He is an asshole," Gerry said.
Gerry gazed at her sympathetically.
When you feel like venting, call, Gerry said and picked up her cell.
I wouldn't throw down the gauntlet with him, Gerry said with gravity.
"I didn't really have a choice," Jessi said when Gerry joined her.
Gerry stopped to grab a satchel that was by the door then took it to Toni.
Gerry waited for her.