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didn’t do this shit.
    I tried, but I sucked at these games. “I know men who prefer your body type to mine.”
    “Bullshit,” she said, and was ready to be angry.
    “I hang around with a lot of older vampires. They don’t like the really thin girls. They like women to look like women, not preadolescent boys with boobs sort of stuck on as an afterthought.”
    “You don’t look like that,” she said, her voice a little less angry, but still not friendly.
    “Neither do you. We both look nice and curvy the way God intended grown-up women to look.”
    She thought about it and then grinned at me. It lit her whole face up, and I knew we’d be okay.
    “Ain’t that the truth. But that booty is not white-girl booty.”
    “I’m told I look like my mother, except paler. She was Hispanic.”
    “That explains it. I knew you were too round in the right places to be white bread.” She laid out her clothes in a neat line on the bedspread, and then said, “What do you mean, ‘told you’ you look like your mother?”
    “She died when I was eight.”
    “I’m sorry.” And she sounded like she meant it. In fact, there was an awkward pause as we each unpacked on our side of the room. I had the bed nearest the bathroom and farthest from the door.
    We hadn’t discussed it; I’d just entered the room first.
    “It’s okay,” I said, “it was a long time ago.”
    “What about your dad?”
    “German, as in his was the first generation born in this country.”
    “What does he think of you being a marshal and vampire hunter?” she asked, as she dumped her clothes in a pile on the bed and began to sort them.

    “He’s okay with it. My stepmother, Judith, on the other hand, doesn’t like it much.” I must have smiled because Laila laughed, a deep, throaty laugh. It was dark, and sensual like Guinness in a glass. It was a good laugh.
    “Oh, yeah, I’ve been my mom’s despair since I could walk. My dad’s a football coach and I just wanted to be like my brothers and my dad.”
    “No sisters?”
    “One and she’s the girl.”
    “Yeah, I’ve got a stepsister; she was the girl. I went hunting with my dad.”
    “No brothers?”
    “One half brother, but he’s a little too gentle for hunting. I was my dad’s only boy.” I made quote marks in the air with my fingers.
    She laughed again. “I was always competing with my brothers and losing. They’re six feet and up like my dad. I’m short like Mama.”
    “I’ve always been the smallest kid in class.”
    “I’m not the smallest, just not as tall as I wanted to be.”
    “So, does your dad like your job?”
    “He’s proud of me.”
    “Mine, too,” I said. “He just worries.”
    “Yeah, mine, too.” She looked at me sort of sideways and then said, “They talk about you in the training. Anita Blake, the first female vampire executioner. You still have the highest kill count of any marshal.”
    “I’ve been doing it longer,” I said.
    “There’s only eight of you from the early days,” she said.
    “There were more of us than that,” I said.
    “They either retired early like your friend Manny Rodriguez, or they . . .” She was suddenly very interested in getting her clothes in a drawer. “Is it okay if I take the top drawer?”
    “Fine, you’re taller.”
    She smiled, a little nervous around the edges. “It’s okay, Karlton,” I said. “I know the mortality rate was high when the vampire executioners first started serving warrants.”
    She put her clothes in the drawer, closed it, and then looked at me, sort of sideways, again. “Why did the mortality rate among the executioners go up after the warrant system was put in place?
    The books all say it went up, way up, but it doesn’t explain why.”

    I knelt down and she gave me enough room to put my clothes in the bottom drawer. I thought about how to answer her. “Before warrants, vampire hunters weren’t always particular about how they killed. We didn’t have to defend it in court, so