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you, but I think that’s strong evidence that there was some sort of sacrifice going on.’
    ‘Sacrifice?’ gasped April. ‘Human sacrifice?’
    ‘No, April,’ said Reece. ‘Animal – we found a number of dead foxes at the scene.’
    April’s heart gave a lurch. There had been a dead fox that first night in the cemetery when Isabelle Davis was killed, hadn’t there? Silvia had obviously registered April’s stricken expression.
    ‘A few dead animals hardly make this The Exorcist , inspector,’ said Silvia.
    ‘No, but we have to take everything into consideration.’
    He pulled out another photo, a shot of the slogan daubed on the Vladescu tomb. ‘These words written above the door – “ omnes fures mori ” – do they mean anything to you? The words translate as “all thieves die”. Does that ring a bell with either of you?’
    April shook her head, looking at the floor. Her heart was beating so hard she felt sure that the policeman would hear it. Of course it rang a bell. Fures, furem, fury : it was her . ‘Fury’ came from the Latin, dreamt up by angry vampires in the time of the Roman conquest. Marcus Brent had told her this as his horrible bony claws had closed around her neck that night in Waterlow Park. It was a term of disgust and loathing, an accusation that Furies like her were nothing more than cowardly thieves sent to steal the vampire’s dark “light”. Something like that, anyway. She had been too busy fighting for life to ask for a more detailed history lesson.
    Reece examined April’s face. ‘You sure?’
    ‘Of course she’s sure,’ said Silvia. ‘Don’t you think we’d tell you everything, inspector? We want my husband’s remains back.’
    The policeman nodded and stood up. ‘Yes, quite. And I assure you we’re doing everything we can to trace your husband’s body and return it to its rightful place.’
    ‘Assure me?’ said Silvia. ‘You don’t seriously think anything you say is going to carry any weight with me, inspector?’
    ‘Mum ...’
    ‘No, it’s quite all right,’ the officer assured April. ‘I realise neither of you has much reason to trust the police, but we will find your husband’s body, Mrs Dunne. It is a priority, because I believe that all of these incidents are linked –’ He was looking at April now. ‘– the attacks, the deaths – even this vandalism – I think it’s all connected. And we will get to the bottom of it.’
    ‘Sooner rather than later would be good, inspector. Do I need to remind you that my family have been attacked repeatedly?’
    ‘No, Mrs Dunne, you do not. Thank you. I will see myself out.’
    April listened to the front door close, then picked up her coat, turning to follow the policeman. She didn’t feel comfortable being in this house.
    ‘Please stay,’ said Silvia, walking to her. ‘We need to talk.’
    ‘There’s nothing to talk about,’ said April.
    ‘Your father’s body has been stolen,’ said Silvia. ‘Don’t you have anything to say about that?’
    ‘Of course I do! It’s horrible, disgusting, heartbreaking, but it doesn’t change anything, mum. You still did what you did and I still feel the same way about it.’
    Did Silvia really think she was going to break down and throw herself into her mother’s arms? Maybe a year, even six months ago, perhaps she would have, but too much had changed in that time; April had changed too much.
    ‘Please, April, this is serious.’ Silvia paused for a moment. ‘Please?’
    April sighed and dropped her coat on a chair. ‘Five minutes,’ she said, reluctantly sitting on a stool and watching as her mother filled the kettle again. If you had no idea about the horrific circumstances, you might think this was a normal everyday domestic scene: mother and daughter sitting down to have a chat over a cup of tea. But that was long gone for them, a relic of the world she had known before she discovered that her ordinary boring old life was filled with hideous