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call back as soon as you get this.” The line hung for a few seconds before the voicemail ended.
    “Ugh, fuck.” Reluctantly, I called Mike’s number.
    “This is Mike.” I cringed. I hated when he answered like that.
    Geez . “Hey, what’s going on?”
    “Hey. How’s your trip?” said Mr. Nonchalant.
    “Just getting started. And actually kinda shitty so far. You had some news for me?” I wasn’t in the mood for Mike-shit.
    “Yeah, you won’t believe what’s come across my desk.”
    “Wait,” I said and closed my eyes, “if your next sentence has the words ‘dead girl’ in it, I’m hanging up.” I was lying. I’d only ever legitimately hung up on him five times in all the years I’d known him and each time was well more deserving than this.
    “Ok. Um, well, you know Regina and the…one in Vegas,” he paused.
    “Yeah…” I clenched my teeth.
    Fuck. Fuck. Fuck .
    “There’s more.”
    “More? How many?” I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees.
    “Lots.”
    “Define lots ,” I said sternly.
    “Eight.”
    “Eight? In your jurisdiction?” The pitch of my voice peeked at an awkward level. Saying I was shocked would be an understatement.
    “No. Regina, Vegas, and six others. One just popped up in Texas three days ago. Same as Regina. Young, severed head, wooden object protruding from her chest, probable ties to the underground vampire community.” It sounded like he was reading off a teleprompter.
    How in the fuck do eight staked and headless bitches just fall under the radar? Why hasn’t this hit the front pages yet? First vampires stalking the streets of Hollywood, now vampire hunters? In every generation there is one…
    “When did the others come up? Regina was killed five months ago, how long have these other precincts been holding out?” My head was swimming in death, but I regained composure. Big tough Dylan Hart. Slept with her gun. Has no friends. Yup, that was me.
    “Apparently, they’ve been turning up all over the country since March. Dylan, Regina wasn’t the first. In fact, she was the third.” His voice was dramatic and I got the feeling he was aiming for a shock and awe reaction on my end.
    “Fuck.” My heart sank a bit. I always assumed her death had something to do with Diego and Sam and the bloody mess they’d all gotten into. I knew there was a similar case in Las Vegas a few months later, but I figured it was some attempt to copy the original. “So, what are you doing about it?”
    “I’m gonna need to talk to your friends. They’ve got to have an idea about what’s going on. I wouldn’t doubt they knew about all these murders and haven’t said a word. Shit, maybe it’s some kind of punishment they’re handing out.” There he goes, blaming people for shit before he even knew the facts. Not unlike most cops, but more than a girlfriend could handle, hence being broken up.
    “ Hm, yeah, blood in, blood out,” I said mindlessly. The hardening of my heart was a process that’s been hard at work for years.
    “Funny. So, ideas?”
    “Well, I’d start with her nearest and dearest, but oh wait, I killed them! I don’t know Mike, I’m on fucking vacation.” Ok, was on a research expedition, but it was vacation-like and I was using it to its fullest. As best as I could without the aid of my dipshit travel companion. He’d picked the absolute wrong time to solicit help from me.
    “Yes, I know. You’re on vacation with the exact people I think are involved in this. Each of the girls was connected somehow to a Sanguinarian club or group, or whatever the fuck you call them.”
    “House. It’s usually called a House. Don’t you watch TV?” I was suddenly very tired. Talking to Mike about dead girls made my head want to go to sleep for an awfully long time.
    “ Humph.” He made a sucking sound with his teeth and I knew he was judging me. He was bad about that. “Do you have an idea how to go about getting information?”
    I shrugged, “I