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“We went dancing”

“He low in your eyes,” her father remarked dryly

“Oh, he is” She smiled at the memory “He is”

“I don’t like it,” her father said “If I thought it would do any good, I’d tell you not to see hi one of your mysterious pre about him…and I don’t justhis name every few years?”

“I’d think that would be obvious, but I’ll ask hie “I can’t get a story if I don’t see him”

“Your life is more important to me than any news story”

“I know, Dad I love you, too,” Savanah said, then paused “Do you think I’er?”

“No, not really The shape-shifters have never been a threat to us I was just being an old art, I guess”

“I’ll be fine” Going to the fridge, she pulled out a carton of eggs for French toast, a package of bacon, and a bottle of orange juice, and proceeded to fix breakfast

When it was done, she dished it up, got the butter and syrup, then sat at the table across from her father

“So, what’s up for today?” he asked as he tucked into his breakfast

“I’ up on that car accident, and then I’ new on that John Doe those kids found in the vacant lot last week Nothing really exciting How about you?”

Her father shook his head “End-of-the-month paperwork Intervieith so really exciting” He pushed his plate away and reached for his coffee cup “Ask Chang if there was an unusual aht” Savanah quickly cleared the table “I’ve got to run See you tonight”

“All right, honey Be careful”

Frowning, Savanah left the house It wasn’t unusual for her father to tell her to be careful, but there had been so that bothered her, alot into her car and headed don

Willia over the keys He had asked Savanah to do a story on Santoro the Magnificent, or whatever the hell his na on the man that he couldn’t She was a pretty woman, after all, and men had been known to betray confidences and countries for less

Leaving the Web, he pulled up the story he orking on A story in which the ician was the lead suspect There had been suspicious deaths and disappearances in every tohere the man had performed, far too many to be mere coincidence There was no rhyether, other than the fact that all of the victims had been drained of blood