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And yet, she wasn&039;t warm either, not in the sense Kate understood

&039;Soirl,&039; she said

Silvestri threw up his hands &039;You can&039;t expect me to arrest il diavolo Besides, he was put on trial once before and sentenced The American law of Double Jeopardy must apply&039;

&039;Very well, I confess I am the mastermind I decreed the deaths of all elders in Ro Vahout the eternal night&039;

Silvestri chuckled

&039;But you are innocent, Signorina Reed&039;

&039;Prove it&039;

&039;Show me your hands&039;

Surprised, Kate laid her hands on the desk between them The Inspector took her hands and turned them palm up

&039;A silver scalpel was stuck into Dracula&039;s heart Argento That killed him The decapitation was only a flourish He was killed by another vampiro - which also rules out il Boia Scarlatto - and your hands aren&039;t scarred Silver is like hot iron to the undead&039;

&039;I could have worn gloves&039;

&039;And still got your hands bloody? So bloody that you would have red stuff under your nails?&039;

Kate was self-conscious andSilvestri&039;s thumbs She could have ripped theo

&039;There was also skin on the scalpel A residue&039;

&039;I heal fast Even after silver&039;

&039;You didn&039;t have any weal on your palht I observe too&039;

&039;I take it you&039;ve asked for a show of hands?&039;

&039;Many vaement ball Few have chosen to remain in Italy for the funeral And who can blame them? Il Boia Scarlatto is the Grim Reaper with a silver scythe Incidentally, are you an elder?&039;

&039;I should think not I&039;norina But the question had to be asked I should not care to release you into peril&039;

&039;You&039;re releasing me?&039;

&039;Discreetly Your narateful for that She knew the pandeenerally known Her colleagues of the Fourth Estate would scent blood in the water and descend on her in a feeding frenzy of pestering questions

&039;Thank you, Inspector You are a wise and a good man&039;

&039;Perhaps I am also, unless these murders are cleared up, soon to be a traffic policeed, and let her out of the interview room

Someone - Marcello? Genevieve? Genevieve - had retrieved some clothes from the pensione and sent them to the police station on Piazza Venezia, so she did not have to change into the re, the sky purple On the steps of the police station, she drew breath She had looked forward to so other than the stale air of the cell

A cry went up froing by the Victor E cameras, microphones, and notebooks Flashbulbs exploded, questions were gabbled in ht and noise assaulted her

She covered her eyes