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part of being a vampire, by the way. He mixes it into his morning health shakes with raw eggs and protein powder and all kinds of other unmentionable goop that he says will make him more buff. No one’s had the heart to tell him that vampires pretty much stay the same shape they were in when they died. Crystal will never lose that last five pounds; Bert will always look like a teeny-weeny accountant, despite being in reality stronger than any of the men in town. That growth spurt I was sort of hoping for in my senior year is never going to happen—but on the other hand, I can eat as much ice cream and as many cheeseburgers as I want, which I’lladmit almost makes up for the fact that I still have to drink blood to survive.
    Anyway, if I can’t even tell that Zach’s a vampire, I don’t see how I’m supposed to spot a vampire who’s a total stranger. I can’t exactly walk down the halls of my high school peering at everybody’s teeth.
    Even with super-sight, I couldn’t see anything special about my hot guy’s canines, although he did smile helpfully—and very cutely, I might add—at a couple of people who went past him. But once his friends had passed by, he went back to staring at the body in that intense, thoughtful, totally hot way.
    “That one,” Olympia said suddenly. But she wasn’t pointing at my guy. She was pointing at a tall, thin, pale guy in a hooded sweatshirt who was slouching up the sidewalk toward the school. He hadn’t even noticed the body yet. His blue eyes were focused on the ground.
    I squinted at him. Okay, sure. He was kind of cute, too. In a brooding-poet kind of way. Or —I glanced at Olympia— in a vampire way . Surely not all pale, brooding guys were secretly vampires, though. Right? I mean, before I died,I’d known a couple of those quiet, soulful guys in my old school—the ones who never leave the house or cut their hair or speak in class. And they weren’t vampires. At least, not that I knew of. But Olympia’s vampire radar was probably better than mine.
    Olympia rolled down her window and pointed at one of the policemen, putting a finger over her lips. I was going to say, “Um, I don’t think they can hear us from here,” when I realized that now we could hear them …so if anyone out there was a vampire, they’d probably be able to hear us, too. I kept quiet.
    The policeman spotted Poet Guy, hurried over to him, and grabbed his elbow.
    Poet Guy blinked, finally looking up. “Dad?” His voice was soft, like if moss could talk. He stared around at the crowded parking lot and spotted the body. His expression barely shifted. “Oh. I see.”
    “Go home, Rowan,” his dad said in a low voice.
    Rowan shrugged. “Why? It doesn’t bother me.”
    “It should ,” his dad snapped. “I don’t want younear this kind of thing. Go home.”
    Rowan’s eyes narrowed. “Is this because…Do you think I did this?”
    “Of course not. Shut up,” the policeman growled, glancing around. He steered Rowan forcefully in a circle and shoved him along the sidewalk until the body was out of sight.
    “All right, all right,” Rowan said, jerking free. “Not like I care.”
    “See you at home, son,” the policeman said. He wiped his forehead with his sleeve, looking nervous, as he watched Rowan slink away.
    I used to like policemen, until they totally failed to save my life. Now every time I see one handing out a parking ticket, I’m like, Really? You don’t have a dying girl to save somewhere? This seems like a better use of your time? Okay, then.
    Olympia rolled up the window again and started the car. It was pretty clear that school was going to be canceled for the day.
    “Well spotted,” Zach said. “I guess that guy’s totally a vampire.”
    “Perhaps,” Olympia said. “Perhaps not. You should keep an eye on him, Kira.”
    “Me?” I said. “Why me? Can’t I keep my eyeon—” I was going to say “that guy instead,” but when I turned to point, I realized that