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Meaning that the worst part of the whole situation was the fact that our pursuit of these va in the supernatural cory at us could only ever end badly There were a whole lot uardians were, we didn't have a hope if the vamps decided ere too much of a problem

Of course, the two vampires who doht I wasto reassure me with the fact that the vampire council had a handle on it I didn't believe it - or the day in and day out They si

I did, and I didn'tthat it scared me

The parking lot had several cars in it, but the ht toeren't trained on any of them, but rather on the corner of the lot, where it intersected with Dante's back wall There were several overall-clad lint of silver hair Cole uy when it came to cri call-outs ashis best to find the clues and get the hell home as quickly as possible

As I ducked under the blue and white police tape lining the parking lot, one of the cops keeping an eye on the small crowd huddled in the rabbeda little as the wind hit ers and chilled them in an instant

The cop gave narled roots of a sround then flared ht

Blood was the strongest scent and that surprisedtheir food, so ht forward as I'd been presu

Cole looked up as I approached, his lined face weary and dark shadows under his norht blue eyes "You took your time"

"And you look like shit" I stopped beside him and stared down at the victim

He was male, probably in his rey-flecked hair were anything to go by There were no obvious wounds on his body, and very little in the way of blood on the front of his clothes His arms had been crossed over his chest, almost as if he were asleep rather than dead But someone had separated his head from his neck, and even a vampire couldn't survive that

The blood that wasfrom his clothes formed a lake around the area where his head should have been

"Have you bothered looking in the loves and tossed them into a nearby contamination bin

"I' call-outs at night, the bags under h to pack a lunch in Who's our victim?"

"Grant Haven, a local vampire ned a cafe up on Smith Street" Cole handed me a pair of slip-on shoe protectors "Apparently he finished locking up at one, and was heading to Dante's for a little top-up feeding"

"There were no witnesses?" I slipped on the shoe protectors then stepped forward, avoiding the thickening pools of blood as I studied the severed flesh It wasn't a clean wound In fact, the edges were all ragged, as if the killer had used some sort of serrated blade