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the cop on duty, I would have assumed Mia had flipped her lid. Hell, who was I to judge, though?
    “So, anyway, Madame Zulu is dead, and they wanted to take Mia to jail overnight for suspicion of murder and—” 
    “Wait!” I held up a hand. “So, Mia is running from the police? Isn’t that against the law?” 
    “No, because they got a hold of me, rather than her. So, she can say she didn’t know they wanted to talk to her, see. And they didn’t tell her when they talked to her not to leave town.” Sven smiled.  
     I rubbed my temples. “Isn’t that still against the law?”
    “Ahh, she is not only a screamer, but she is also a law abiding citizen. What a diversified and interesting group of friends Mia has! So good that we are all finally able to meet in this time of tribulation.” I turned to see Vance leaning on a doorframe. I hadn’t heard him enter the room. Made sense that he was quiet though, if he really was a vampire. I mean, it meant he was a hunter and all… “As to the against the law question, we will go with, ‘not technically’ and leave it at that. Once she is cleared of charges, which is our job, then it will not matter that she left town, see?”  
    Plucking at his sleeves, he didn’t spare me a glance as he spoke. I nodded at the creepy vampire. Well, he didn’t look so creepy now, come to think of it. He wore a pair of very tight jeans that rode his legs like—
    Maybe “rode” was a bad word choice. 
    Okay, he wore a pair of blue jeans that fit oh so snug and a pair of CAT boots. His floaty white blouse… I frowned then smiled. “Is that a woman’s’ shirt?” I couldn’t resist asking. 
    “Honey, does it matter? I mean, he looks good enough to eat .” Sven smacked his lips dramatically.
    I nodded. He did. Couldn’t argue with that. However, I had no interest in men, living or undead, so I pretended to be past noticing the couple buttons he’d left undone or the fact he definitely gotten a bath while I was passed out. A loose French braid held his brushed hair. And yet even wearing the girl-shirt and with all that hair, he exuded male power in a way that I reacted to on some strange primal level. It was like a kilt, I guess. Some guys could just pull the look off. 
    “Speaking of looks, honey, you need to clean up real quick.” Sven tugged at my hair, and I went to the bathroom and peered at my reflection objectivly. Dried blood coated my blond hair. It hung in a mass of ickiness on one side. The same side of my face had drying ickiness on it, too. Even my eyebrow was gooed.
    I ran water in the sink and rinsed my hair as best as I could while trying not to think too hard about what I washed off. Then I pulled it up into a wad at the back of my head with a scrunchie. I washed my face and peered in the mirror. Not bad. My eyes looked a little wild and my hair kind of wet. I walked down the hall and grabbed a Pitt State sweatshirt out of my backpack and replaced my yucky tee with it. I also threw the pillow I had used onto the floor. Down to nine… how would I get a good night’s sleep with only nine pillows? I thought, sarcastically.  
    As I reentered the kitchen, Sven looked up and laughed at me. “Honey, how you and Mia are friends is just beyond me. Mia never goes anywhere without make-up and sparklies. She wears skirts and blouses. Her hair is always in those gor geous curls. You look like you wish you were born a teenage boy. Oh, please, tell me that is not a scrunchie.” 
    “Sven, I am not in the mood.”
    “There is nothing worse than a woman who lets herself go. Was it the divorce?”
    “Sven, I looked like this, minus the dried blood, before the divorce.”
    He nodded. “Maybe that is why you ended up divorced.”
    I considered the butcher block full of knives for a beat.
    Vance followed the direction of my eyes. “Let’s hit the road, Blondie.” 
    “Fine,” I bit out.
     
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    Once we were on the road, I glanced over at the