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Outside, the se sus were a bore

Kate didn&039;t know if she&039;d learned anything

The Black Monks were a scary concept - the disciples of Caleb Croft, yearning for the good old days of unfettered slaughter and hellfire to quaff (snap!) - but etic Arh she supposed they roup atrocity Mo?se King would s any evil impulse and redirect it into a sonnet sequence Anna Conda and Full-Bosoh Neither were so into the Black Monk scene they wore the habit, though they cared enough not to clash James Eastman was not of this party - to squelch a pang of e biker much more than DeBoys

Which left Evil Eric, Carnal Keith and Scruffy Scrawdyke on her active suspects list DeBoys was the obvious Top Cat in this alley (&039;He&039;s the boss, he&039;s the pip, he&039;s the championship he&039;s the most tip-top&039;) while Keith was a fashion-plate sensualist with brawlers&039; knuckles Point of inforlared at her throughout the se over onto Anna and Fran When Croft diset Anna to lend him notes on a lecture he&039;d enerally powerless people thought they could hurt so Still, he&039;d have to stir from his coffin and show some initiative to hurt anyone

The open, e and the river was busy More Rag Week shenanigans Mues were chased around yellowing grass and by Groucho-loping whitecoats with big butterfly nets &039;They&039;re Co to Take Me Away, Ha-Haaa!&039; roared fro - ended and hats were passed for sot rid of some threepenny bits fro?

Sat around a fountain was the negative i she&039;d run into earlier: six or seven varey shroud Croft wasn&039;t the only lecturer with a seroup in the School of Vampirism - this must be another clique Now the lunatics&039; act was over, a va, took up an acoustic guitar Fingers stru faster than humanly possible, he combined Robert Johnson&039;s &039;Cross Road Blues&039; with Tony Hatch&039;s &039;Theme From Crossroads&039; in one too-clever-by-half racket

The scarf knotted around Laura Bellows&039; leg could lead to any vampire at St Bartolph&039;s Student or faculty Or the ht want to direct attention here, away from themselves Clive Landseer or Syrie Van Epp or Sebastian Newcastle or UN Owen-Vampire?

&039;Kate,&039; barked souard Nezu her since she left the Club Dressed in claret blazer, skirt and straw boater, she soleah they lived in the sa-old Japanese girl Thanks to an insufficiently soundproofed ceiling, she knew Nezus She often played children&039;s or novelty singles on her Dansette &039;Nellie the Elephant&039;, &039;I A-Tong Song&039; As a Lovely, she was presumably lethal To ed hockey stick - a forht However, it was hard to see Nezu along in a thick accent to &039;A Mouse Lived in a Windmill in Old Amsterdam&039;

Nezueant Griffin sat alone on a bench, pretending to read the Mirror (ENOCH SAYS &039;NO MORE VIPERS&039;) Every student who passed grunted or snorted like a pig, so being in plainclothes - if an electric blue suit and crimson shirt could be counted as plain - wasn&039;t working Hein a Magic Roundabout t-shirt set fire to an enormous roll-up and exhaled a marijuana cloud Griffin told the kid to push off and take a dip in the Thao over and sit next to the vampire copper

&039;It takes all of tenthe flippin&039; horoscopes and Andy Capp I&039;ve been here an hour it&039;s been a pain&039;

&039;You should have brought a book I always have one on the go&039;

She was in the middle of JP Donleavy&039;s Meet My Maker the Mad Molecule

&039;I&039;m stuck on the first chapter of Valley of the Dolls and don&039;t want to carry the thing around in public&039;

A warm student kindly put a hand-drawn &039;BEWARE OF THE PIG&039; sign on the bench next to Griffin The policen and scarpered

&039;Is Bellaver calling me off? Did Landseer confess?&039;

&039;Far frodon, MP, no less While the girls were being drained and du sucked off by our Clivey After arave up a statedon is on the Manfred Commission At least he can&039;t be prejudiced&039;

&039;Don&039;t you believe it, Sergeant Some of the loudest Enochites cover love-bites withwe should be iraves sprinkled with salt and soith garlic, then crawl round the viper bars on Saturday night begging for a little nip Remember that shrink in the 1950s who said he could "cure" vampirism? Dr Holstrom Held the Hyde Park rallies which kicked off the Blood Riots He turned out to be one of Lis Bathory&039;s castoffs He turned After all the trouble, I doubt he&039;s been embraced by "the community"&039;

Griffin folded his paper and chucked it in a bin He threw the funny sign after it

&039;If you&039;re hoping for a culprit here, I can&039;t give you one,&039; she said &039;Every va you&039;

&039;I have an alibi too I was on duty Saturday night Until the call ca shift We played Monopoly in the B Division squad-room in Holborn Bellaver cheats Keeps a "Get Out of Jail Free" card up his sleeve What about you?&039;

&039;If either offroht red or royal blue Bri-Nylon long-johns for the younger - or younger-seeirl&039;

She didn&039;t hbour with a loud whistle The Diogenes Club liked to keep some separation from the authorities - the other authorities

&039;Thin You could have a fascinatedrandoht in search of your prey&039;

&039;If I had a fascinated s would be irls an hour or so before I saw you in Maryon Park, I&039;d have been practically purple&039;

Two tall warirls in mini dresses walked by Griffin&039;s eyes nearly popped They sat on the lawn, arranging their legs into lotus positions The dope-se reefer and they took substantial hits Grass did nothing for Kate but give her a headache The drug revolution turned up all sorts of hallucinogens and narcotics which didn&039;t work on vairls They were swan-necked as well as long-legged

&039;Volunteer for this?&039;

&039;The Super sent me with a heads-up for you B Division will be all over this patch to around that Ca Squad has invited itself into the investigation Sergeant Pilcher is itching for an excuse to get his size-elevens up the fundaments of the chemical hippies of this parish&039;

&039;Is this one of those pacify-the-papers shows? To prove you&039;re doing so?&039;

&039;Ah-hah, we&039;d like you in the press to think so because you&039;d still have to pat us on the back But there are wheels within wheels There&039;s a real reason&039;

Are you going toit up?&039;

Griffin enjoyed playing I&039;ve Got A Secret, but let it go &039;The autopsies, love Tres interesting They called in Hardy&039;

The pathologist Dr John Hardy worked with the Hoh-profile cases He ruled Stephen Ward&039;s death a suicide and Joe Orton&039;s awhich would have been easy to one, it&039;s difficult to test for, say, alcohol&039;

&039;But the blood&039;s never all gone, is it? Even in white-lips cases&039;

&039;No, there&039;s always soe All those little capillaries If you suck thehts of your victim, do you suppose?&039;

Kate looked at Griffin He can&039;t have been a vampire more than a year

&039;Try not to use emotive terms like "victim",&039; she said &039;Irks the Enochites&039;

Griffin shrugged and carried on &039;Hardy found enough blood in the cerebella to test Both girls were high when they popped off tripping on quality BOP, manufactured close to the source Which wouldover there The one with thespewed up fifteen shades of non-gloss on the wall&039;

&039;The dead girls were on Bowles-Ottery Pellets?&039;

&039;Handfuls Not that it should make a difference One&039;ll do the trick Serious bopheads drip liquid Bowles-Ottery onto a sugar-cube You could have it in your breakfast cuppa and take a trip to work Se on He&039;s like your secret vaht of duffing up a long-haired pop singer and copping a stash gives hi stiffy He tiroupies so he can get an eyeful&039;

Sergeant Pilcher collected faer, John Lennon and Jerry Cornelius, and had Aer Lionel St Dubois turned back at Heathrow A policeent, Pilcher sailed close to the wind in staging his headline-grabbers In court, Horace Ruh C were herbal cough s but couldn&039;t spot the good ones He should have led with Exhibit D: Chew-Z cut with vraxoin, bug powder and dreaerous a cocktail Jerry didn&039;t nerve up enough to drop it until the seven-day party thrown in Derry & Tom&039;s Roof Garden to celebrate his acquittal He was still in a happy coed colour

&039;I assu?&039; she said

&039;Uh-huh, and we can guess how the BOP got from here to there With one of your Prof&039;s pals&039;

&039;He&039;s not my Prof&039;

&039;Bellaver&039;s not happy&039;

&039;Front page news?&039;

Griffin shrugged &039;He doesn&039;t like the way everything in this case leads to St Bartolph&039;s&039;

&039;He&039;s right It&039;s too neat and tidy Little arrow-signs Pointing here Makes you think we should be looking somewhere else&039;

The sun was do Blessed shade

Griffin took a small pack out of his pocket &039;Opal Fruit?&039;

&039;Ta,&039; she said &039;Lime, please&039;

&039;Connoisseur, eh?&039;

He shucked sweets from the tube like bullets from an automatic, till he found a lime He took a strawberry one

They sucked and chewed Her taste buds still worked She got no thrill frone (yes, she had tried), but Opal Fruits - &039;Fresh with the tang of citrus! Four refreshing fruit flavours!&039; - s

&039;At least these never let you down,&039; said Griffin, looking at the individually wrapped sweets in his hand &039;Not like&039;

&039;Drugs?&039;

&039;Blood&039;

Kate kne Griffin felt She&039;d got past the disappointo None of Croft&039;s Black Monks had shown the signs, and most must have turned about when Griffin did

&039;Knohy I became a vampire, Kate?&039;

She didn&039;t

&039;Donna&039;