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hard for a fight? It wasn’t like him to mess around on the job like that. I was the one who usually mouthed off.
    I did the only thing I could think of to help; I swiped to the next picture he’d sent me. There was another dainty bite on a neck, but on the opposite side of the same neck was the bigger set of bite marks, not the one that was messy, but the first one that I’d thought had degraded in the tearing-out of throats.
    â€œDoes this next victim have two bite marks on it from both of our first vampires?” I asked. No one answered me, so I raised my voice. “Ted, talk to me!”
    â€œYes, the first two vamps seem to be working together.”
    â€œDid that victim die?”
    â€œNo,” Sheridan answered. “He wandered into a hospital because his neck was bleeding, but he couldn’t remember how he got injured.”
    â€œThey’re starting to figure out how to work together,” I said.
    Logan’s voice was strident. “Some expert you are, Blake. You were wrong about the second vampire. It’s not the one tearing out throats.”
    â€œYou’ve got at least three vampires on your hands,” I said.
    â€œDid you hear me, Blake? You were wrong!”
    â€œI heard you, Logan. I’m okay with being wrong if it gets us better information to catch the vampires that are doing this.”
    â€œTwo of them haven’t hurt anyone too badly,” Sheridan said.
    â€œHave any of the victims been attacked a second time?”
    â€œNo,” Pearson said.
    â€œI told them to put protection details on the earlier victims,” Edward said.
    â€œDid they do it?”
    â€œThey’re having a little trouble convincing their bosses to approve the overtime.”
    â€œJesus, don’t they realize that the vampires can call their one-bite victims out again?”
    â€œI explained it to them.”
    â€œWhat we have a hard time understanding is, if this is true, then why isn’t America overrun with vampires? If one bite enslaves a person, then you should all be slaves by now. You yourself are engaged to a vampire, Marshal Blake. If it were that easy to be enslaved, I don’t think you would still be trusted as a police officer,” Pearson said.
    â€œIf you donate blood willingly without being completely bespelled by the vampire’s gaze, then he can’t enslave your mind and call you at his whim. Done willingly with the minimum of mind tricks, it’s not much more than a hickey or a love bite.”
    â€œDo you donate blood to your fiancé?”
    â€œI’ll answer your question if you’ll answer one of mine about your sex life,” I said.
    â€œI’m not asking about your sex life, Marshal.”
    â€œYeah, you are.”
    Micah squeezed my hand and looked a caution at me. He was right;if I wasn’t careful I’d be telling them more about my love life with Jean-Claude than I’d shared with my friends on the force here. Sometimes avoiding a question reveals more than just answering. I was sort of screwed on this one, very damned if you do and damned if you don’t.
    â€œThey call it coffin bait in the States,” Logan said.
    â€œCoffin bait is the equivalent to a badge bunny, someone who will fuck any cop just because they’re a cop. I’m actually only dating one vampire currently, so I don’t qualify as coffin bait.”
    â€œHow insulting a term is that considered to be in your country?” Pearson asked.
    â€œHe’s basically called me a whore who will let any vampire both fuck me and bleed me, so pretty damned insulting.”
    Micah had let go of my hand so he could stand up and start massaging my shoulders through the robe, because I’d suddenly become very tense. Imagine that.
    â€œI’ll apologize on Logan’s behalf and on behalf of all the Dublin Gardai.”
    â€œGardai?” I made it a question with an uplift of the