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Hell of a cocktail.”
    “I’ve never seen anything like this.” Peabody glanced over the printout. “You?”
    “Not with so many variables and with this potency. It’s new to me, but let’s run it by Illegals and see if it’s new to them. According to the results, and the time line, she downed this herself, before she disengaged the alarm, or just after. Maybe she knew what was in it, maybe she didn’t. But she drank it down, on her own.”
    “Hard to say, seeing she’s dead, but she pretty much wins the stupid prize.”
    “All-time champ.” Eve paused as her machine signalled another incoming. “And we may have a runner-up. We’ve got DNA.” She scanned the data quickly. “Semen, saliva, and the blood she ingested. All the same donor.”
    “Pretty damn careless of him,” Peabody commented.
    “Yeah.” Eve frowned at the screen. “It is, isn’t it?”
    “Another conclusion is he just didn’t care—being a vampire.” Peabody shrugged as Eve glanced back at her. “He doesn’t care if we match his DNA because he’ll just, I don’t know, turn into a bat and fly off, or poof into smoke. Whatever.”
    “Right. A whole new scope on going into the wind.”
    “I’m not saying it’s what I think, but maybe what he thinks.”
    “We’ll be sure to ask him when we find him. Meanwhile, go ahead and run the cocktail by Illegals. I’ll do a standard search for the DNA match. Maybe he’s in the system.”
    But she didn’t think so. He wasn’t careless, Eve thought. He was fucking arrogant. It didn’t surprise her when her search turned up negative.
    “Lieutenant.”
    She glanced over, experienced that quick heart punch when her eyes met Roarke’s. He was dressed in the dark suit he’d put on in their bedroom that morning, one of the countless he owned tailored to fit his long, rangy frame.
    “Right on time,” she said.
    “We aim to please.” He stepped in, eased a hip onto the corner of her desk. “How goes the vampire hunting?”
    “I don’t think we’ll have to call in Van Helsing.” When he lifted his brows and grinned, she shrugged. “I do my research. Plus I’ve sat through some of those old vids you like so much.”
    “And so armed, we’ll venture into the den of the children of the night. Never a dull moment,” he added and flicked his fingers at the choppy ends of her hair. “Your case is all over the media.”
    “Yeah. Bound to be.”
    “I noticed the primary hasn’t given a statement.”
    “I’m not going to play the game on this one, or give this asshole the satisfaction. She drugged her own brains out prior—mix of Zeus, Erotica, Whore, Rabbit, Stunner, Bliss, Boost, along with a few other goodies, including her killer’s blood.”
    “There’s an ugly recipe.”
    “And my money says he provided the brew, pushed on her vanity and stupid buttons, got his rocks off, then drained her like a faulty motor.”
    “For what purpose?” Roarke wondered.
    “Best I can tell, he wound her up because he could. And he killed her because he could. He’ll want to do it again, real soon.”
    “Foolish of him, don’t you think, to have chosen such a high-profile victim?”
    She’d considered that, and had to appreciate being married to a man who could think like a cop. “Yeah, smarter, safer to bite a vagrant off the street. But this was more fun, more exciting. Why snack on street whores or sidewalk sleepers, the nobodies, when you can gorge yourself on the prime? Plus, it was profitable. A street level LC isn’t going to be sporting blue diamonds. He’s stoked, believe it, watching all the media coverage.”
    “Unless he’s spent the day napping in his coffin.”
    “Ha, ha.” She pushed up, instinctively brushed a hand over the weapon at her side. “Almost sundown. Let’s go clubbing.”
    Peabody was lying in wait, along with her cohab, E-Division Detective McNab. He wasn’t just a fashion plate, but an entire place setting, and was decked out in pants of neon