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Sublimation.’
    The word had a special ring to it. Sublimation. It was the most perfect word. Sublimation, the act of diverting negative and immoral impulses into something more socially acceptable and positive. For Ildico, turn these negative impulses into something good. Atone for what you have done to her. He wrote the word on his arm, from the crook of his elbow to his wrist, a temporary tattoo until he could get the real one inked.
    For a few minutes it was all he could think about. He tried to create the fantasy image of her laying in bed but it no longer came. “I must make things right,” he muttered. “I must make things better. For Ildico.”

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    In Romania, Ciprian had broken away from his assignment of knocking on doors. He’d been freezing his ass overnight combing through forests then taken a few hours sleep. All the while he knew he had a piece of knowledge he was withholding. He had to be careful.
    He’d arrested Nealla Stolojan and Raul Ponta on a few occasions. They were constant troublemakers and whilst they had evaded prosecution many times, they were always on the radar. They shared an apartment together which was the first place examined. There was nothing of interest other than mess, used needles and lots of pornographic magazines strewn about the place. Nealla was dead, Raul was missing.
    The ace in the hole for Ciprian came in the form of twelve year old Mihai, the young boy who was always with Nealla and Raul. All of them used heroin, but whilst Nealla and Raul seemed to have control over it, Mihai was a lost little soul in need of help. By now Mihai would be hurting without his big daddy to feed him. Ciprian figured that if anyone could throw light onto Nealla’s murder, it would be Mihai.
    In his short time as a policeman Ciprian had realised this wasn’t the career he’d envisioned. In Romania the police handled traffic, bureaucracy, identity cards and most other rubber stamp jobs. He wanted more than that, he craved excitement. The real action went to the Jandarmeria who were combat police, soldiers, a militarised division working under the direction of the civil police force. The Jandarmeria hunted criminals and put down riots. Ciprian spent time directing traffic and filing paperwork. He needed something special for his life and these murders had just dropped excitement and a career advantage onto his lap. This was his chance to make an impact.
    At the end of his double shift he called the station and requested information on his arrests to find Mihai’s address. He lived on Strada Brazilor, only a few minutes walk from the murder scene.
    Ciprian knocked on the second floor apartment. The door was answered by a woman in filthy clothes and the whole place smelled of piss. It was foul.
    “Mihai.” Ciprian said before pinching his mouth and nose.
    The woman barely even registered his police uniform. She pointed to the corner of a room that was littered with food wrappers and filth. This place was worse than any rubbish dump and as Ciprian crossed the threshold he heard a scurrying beneath the trash that he knew had to be rats.
    The young boy was curled up on the corner of a sofa. He looked vacant and had dirty rags bound around his hand like it was a bandage of some kind. There was something wrong with this kid, mental illness, autism, something that kept him from connecting with the real world. As Ciprian crouched down to talk to him he figured that for this kid, keeping out of the real world was probably a good idea.
    “Hi. Mihai. I need to ask you something.”
    Mihai didn’t change his vacant expression but his face turned slightly towards the policeman.
    “Do you know what happened to Nealla.”
    Mihai didn’t move.
    “Mihai. Somebody has attacked Nealla. Somebody has hurt him. Do you know...”
    “English vampire,” the boy said.
    Ciprian felt a hit of adrenalin. “What English vampire, Mihai?”
    “The English, he is a vampire. He drink my blood.”
    “Who