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After the call, Jagger turned and headed toward the sisters’ shop, but it was closed He wasn’t thrilled about heading to the house to talk to Caitlin and Shauna, but he had no choice He could still see the beautiful blonde woier by the minute, even as he tried to tell himself that Fiona was a Keeper--that she had the power to keep herself safe

The power to change

The house was just down the street from the shop, but even as he started in that direction, his phone rang

He was expecting Tony again

But his hello was greeted with a second’s silence

"Hello?" he said again impatiently, and checked the caller ID

The number was listed as "Unknown"

"Who is this?" he demanded

"Good evening Such i it impossible for him to tell whether his caller wasit well

"May I help you?" he de if you had noticedhow blonde and beautiful they are I read the papers, and they’re all blonde and beautiful"

"We’re aware of that fact," he said, turning back toward Bourbon Street, searching for another officer--or anyone--whose phone he could nab and call in to the station to get a trace put on his phone

But the caller was s to trace this call, by the way We won’t be talking long enough Just rememberblonde, beautiful--and dead Just like Miss Fiona MacDonald may be at this very ht desperately to keep fro at the speaker

He didn’t know if he had a quack on the phone--or the killer If it was the killer, then he was talking either to a vampire or a shapeshifter But Fiona was a Keeper She had powerif she got the chance to use it

If she didn’t

She was as vulnerable as any other beautiful young woman

And if she trusted the killer, she wouldn’t think to use her power until it was too late

"Do you know so his voice as low as possible

He’d reached Bourbon Street and searched the crowd, knowing that a mounted patrolman should be within quick reach All he needed was time, a minute, seconds

Sean O’Casey, unifor on the corner across the street Jagger waved him over, and Sean instantly sprinted across the street

The caller was chuckling softly

Jagger covered the mouthpiece of his cell and silently mouthed the words, "Get a trace on my phone" O’Casey nodded

"Look, we’ve asked the public for help on these killings," Jagger said conversationally "If you’re willing to help us, if you know soive us"

Froer could see that Sean was already on his phone, calling the station, asking them for a satellite trace

"Oh, Detective, please I can alain, and before Jagger could respond, the phone went dead

Chapter 13

The old rusty iron gates were impossible to open, no

The noise was like nails--talons!--against a black boardFiona held her position, praying she was hidden in the darkness, planning her nextit would work

She was certain the killer had found her, had known exactly where she would be and then had driven her into this dead end

Because the killer was Billy?

She sed hard, waiting

She was startled to hear shouting fro her na of the gate stopped

"Fiona?" A different voice, closer, the tone quizzical She ate open noisily, and then the door side

"Fiona?"

It was Billy

He homed in on her position, hidden in the vault, and came closer

She was ready She tossed the holy water into his face