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"You ta, Sa about finding our killer"

We were in his glass office So us fro their heads in a way that suggested they did not approve ofmy inferior services

"Your men don&039;t like me," I said

"They see it as a slap in the face, a blow to their ego," said Sherbet, sitting back in his chair He laced his thick fingers over his rotund belly The rotund belly was looking a little more rotund these days This tihts froht of his belly He went on, "They don&039;t understand why I brought you in, so they see you as a sort of indictment on their own abilities"

"If they only knew," I said

"Truth is, sometimes I wish I didn&039;t know, Sam I mean, isn&039;t this kind of stuff supposed to just be in books and movies?"

I said, "Soh people believe in so becomes a reality"

Sherbet immediate shook his head "That doesn&039;t make sense," he said, which didn&039;t surprise s that made sense Cold hard facts "Who told you this?"

"My guardian angel Actually, el"

Sherbet blinked "Please tell "

"Sadly, no He visitedlove for me, in fact"

"Please stop There&039;s only so ed his temples "We sound crazy, you know"

"Maybe we are," I said

"Crazy, I can accept Guardian angels, not so much Can I really can read your mind, Sam?"

"Yes"

"And you can read my mind?" he asked

"If I wanted to"

"My head hurts, Saine it does"

He looked at me some more As he did so, his jowls quivered a little His nose was faintly red "How do you do it?" he finally asked

I didn&039;t have to be a mind reader to knohat it was I said, "One day at a time One fuck crazy"

We were quiet so suspended in the air of his office, although I could see no coffee cups Outside his glass office wall, I could hear phones ringing, phones being answered, the rapid typing on keyboards

"Back to you ta with evidence," said Sherbet "Officially, I have to ask you to never do that again"

"And unofficially?"

"Unofficially, I have to ask you what you learned"

"He&039;s not a vampire," I said "At least, I don&039;t think he is"

"Then what is he? Why does he drain the bodies of blood?"

"Think of him as a supplier"

"A supplier? Of what? Blood?"

"Yes"

"For who?"

I didn&039;t say anything I let the detective think this through As he studied lanced around his small office There was a picture of his wife next to his keyboard, a lovely woman I&039;d met just this past Christer than Sherbet