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man.”
    “He liked you.” His mother offered him a sad smile. “He said you were smart and brave.”
    Jordan worked his frozen face to match that smile. “That’s good to hear, ma’am. He was smart and brave himself.”
    She blinked back tears and turned away. He moved to take a step after her, although he didn’t know what he would say, but before he could, the chaplain laid a hand on his shoulder.
    “I believe we have business to discuss, Sergeant.”
    Turning, Jordan examined the young chaplain. The man wore dress blues just like Jordan’s uniform, except that he had crosses sewn onto the lapels of his jacket. Looking closer now, Jordan saw his skin was too white, even for winter, his brown hair a trifle too long, his posture not quite military. As the chaplain stared back at him, his green eyes didn’t blink.
    The short hairs rose on the back of Jordan’s neck.
    The chill of the chaplain’s hand seeped through his glove. It wasn’t like a hand that had been out too long on a cold day. It was like a hand that hadn’t been warm for years.
    Jordan had met many of his ilk before. What stood before him was an undead predator, a vampiric creature called a strigoi . But for this one to be out in daylight, he must be a Sanguinist—a strigoi who had taken a vow to stop drinking human blood, to serve the Catholic Church and sustain himself only on Christ’s blood—or more exactly, on wine consecrated by holy sacrament into His blood.
    Such an oath made this creature less dangerous.
    But not much.
    “I’m not so sure that we have any business left,” Jordan said.
    He shifted away from the chaplain and squared off, ready to fight if need be. He had seen Sanguinists battle. No doubt this slight chaplain could take him out, but that didn’t mean Jordan would go down easy.
    Captain Stanley moved between them and cleared his throat. “It’s been cleared all the way up to the top, Sergeant Stone.”
    “What has, sir?”
    “He will explain everything,” the captain answered, gesturing to the chaplain. “Go with him.”
    “And if I refuse?” Jordan held his breath, hoping for a good answer.
    “It’s an order, Sergeant.” He gave Jordan a level glare. “It’s being handled way above my pay grade.”
    Jordan suppressed a groan. “I’m sorry, sir.”
    Captain Stanley quirked one tiny corner of his mouth, equivalent to a belly laugh from a jollier man. “That I believe, Sergeant.”
    Jordan saluted, wondering if it was for the last time, and followed the chaplain to a black limousine parked at the curb. It seemed the Sanguinists had barreled into his life again, ready to kick apart the rubble of his career with their immortal feet.
    The chaplain held open the door for him, and Jordan climbed in. The interior smelled like leather and brandy and expensive cigars. It wasn’t what one expected from a priest’s vehicle.
    Jordan slid across the seat. The glass partition had been rolled up, and all he saw of the driver was the back of a thick neck, short blond hair, and a uniform cap.
    The chaplain lifted his pant legs to preserve the crease before sliding in. With one hand, he closed the door with a dignified thump, trapping Jordan inside with him.
    “Please turn up the heat for our guest,” the chaplain called to the driver. Then he unbuttoned the jacket of his dress blue uniform and leaned back.
    “I believe my CO said that you would explain everything.” Jordan folded his arms. “Go ahead.”
    “That’s a tall order.” The young chaplain poured a brandy. He brought the glass to his nose and inhaled. With a sigh, he lowered the glass and offered it toward Jordan. “It’s quite a fine vintage.”
    “Then you drink it.”
    The chaplain swirled the brandy in the glass, his eyes following the brown liquid. “I think you know that I can’t, as much as I’d like to.”
    “About that explanation?” he pressed.
    The chaplain raised a hand, and the car slid into motion. “Sorry about all this