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Two tiny punctures wounds in Alexa’s neck, two pointy teeth staring back at me.  What were the chances they were unrelated?
    Dana must have seen the same thing as she elbowed me in the ribs.  “Dude,” she whispered. 
    My thoughts exactly.
    “Uh, I’m sorry, what?” I asked, forcing my attention away from the guy’s teeth as I vaguely registered him talking to us.
    He smiled, showing off the possible murder weapons again.  “I asked how I could help you?”
    “Oh.  Right.  Um, yeah.”  I cleared my throat, trying to focus on anything but teeth.  “Uh, we’re looking for Sebastian Black.”
    “You found him,” he informed me.
    “Oh.”  I’ll admit, I was surprised.  He was hardly the Daddy figure I’d been envisioning.  Or the sugar daddy for that matter. 
    While the fangs had clearly been the attention suckers up front, I paused to take in the rest of him.  He had jet black hair, cropped close to his head and gelled into a mass of tiny spikes that gave off a dangerous and oddly alluring vibe.  While the vampire stereotype was pale skin, his was warmly colored to a California tan.  In contrast to his dark looks, his eyes were a pale, brilliant blue, staring out at me beneath lashes that were long enough to make a make-up model jealous.  His hands were shoved in his pockets, his demeanor the type of relaxed calm that only people who lived in multi-million dollar homes without mortgages could afford. 
    “So,” he said, as I silently studied him, “was there something you wanted of me?”  He punctuated the prompt with a smile.  I wished he’d stop doing that.  It was eerily distracting.  
    Get a grip, they’re just fangs.   I cleared my throat again and forced myself to focus on our reason for being here.
    “We’re looking into the death of Alexa Weston,” I said.
    The smile faded instantly from his face.  “You’re police officers?” he asked, his gaze flicking momentarily to Marco’s fedora.
    Dana shook her head beside me.  “Not exactly.  We’re affiliated with Crush.  The nightclub where she died?”
    Sebastian nodded.  “I see.”
    “You knew Alexa?” I asked.
    Again he nodded.  “Perhaps you’d better come in.”
    I hesitated.  Wasn’t accepting an invitation to a vampire’s house one of those things that meant he could suck your blood?  Or was it inviting one into your house?  Damn, it had been too long since I’d watched Lost Boys .
    Reluctantly, I stepped over the threshold of the open door as Sebastian held it open, feeling Dana and Marco do the same behind me. 
    While the outside of the home may have resembled an old-world villa, the interior of the house was all modern Hollywood.  Clean lines, sleek furnishings in organic materials, and a muted color palate.  The floors were a cool, white marble, the walls a soft beige, and the artwork hanging in all directions done in  large scale black and white photos of abstract architectural shapes.  The overall effect was clean and crisp, yet with just enough touch of warmth to be inviting. 
    We followed as Sebastian led us into a room to the right where a pair of low, modern sofas in plush chenille and a pair of arm chairs sat beside an enormous window overlooking the valley.  Sebastian sank into one of the chairs.  “Please, have a seat,” he instructed, motioning to the sofa. 
    I did, perching on the edge, a little afraid that I might not be able to get up if The Bump and I sank too far in.
    “Tell us about Alexa,” Dana said, jumping right in as she sat down next to me.
    Sebastian lifted the corner of his mouth ever so slightly.  But instead of answering turned to me and said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name?”
    I cleared my throat, (a third time, for anyone who was counting), unnerved under his icy blue gaze.  “Maddie.  Maddie Springer.  And these are my friends, Dana and Marco,” I said gesturing beside me.
    But Sebastian’s level eyes never left mine.  “Very