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someone’s nearest and dearest,” Dolph said.
    â€œLegally, they’re people. Means they get to have sweethearts, too.”
    â€œI’ll check the bite radiuses,” Dolph said, “If they match one vamp, a lover; different ones, and our boy was doing groups.”
    â€œHope for a lover,” I said. “If it’s all one vamp, he might even rise from the dead.”
    â€œMost vamps know enough to slit the throat or take the head,” he said.
    â€œDoesn’t sound well planned. Crime of passion, maybe.”
    â€œMaybe. Freemont is holding the bodies for you. Eagerly awaiting your expertise.”
    â€œI bet.”
    â€œDon’t bust Freemont’s balls on this, Anita.”
    â€œI won’t start anything, Dolph.”
    â€œBe polite,” he said.
    â€œAlways,” I said in my mildest voice.
    He sighed. “Try to remember that the staties may never have seen bodies with pieces missing.”
    It was my turn to sigh. “I’ll be good, scout’s honor. Do you have directions?” I got a small notebook with a pen stuck in its spiral top out of a pocket of the coverall. I’d started carrying notebooks just for such occasions.
    He gave me what Freemont had given him. “If you see anything fishy at the crime scene, keep the scene intact and I’ll try to send some people down. Otherwise, look over the victim, give the staties your opinion, and let them do their job.”
    â€œYou really think Freemont would let me close up her shop and force her to wait for RPIT?”
    Silence for a second; then, “Do the best you can, Anita. Call if we can do anything from this end.”
    â€œYeah, sure.”
    â€œI’d rather have you on a murder than a lot of the cops I know,” Dolph said.
    That was a very big compliment coming from Dolph. He is the world’s ultimate policeman. “Thanks, Dolph.”
    I was talking to empty air. Dolph had hung up. He was always doing that. I hit the button, turning the phone off, and just stood there for a minute.
    I didn’t like being out here in unfamiliar territory with unfamiliar police, and partially eaten victims. Hanging around with the Spook Squad legitimized me. I’d even pulled that “I’m with the squad” at crime scenes. I had a little ID badge that clipped to my clothes. It wasn’t a police badge, but it did look official. But pretending on home turf, where I knew I could run to Dolph if I got in trouble for it, was one thing; out here with no backup was another story.
    The police have absolutely no sense of humor about civilians meddling in their homicide cases. Can’t really blame them. I wasn’t really a civilian, but I had no official status. No clout. Maybe the new law would be a good thing.
    I shook my head. Theoretically, I’d be able to go into any police station in the country and demand help, or involve myself uninvited in any case. Theoretically. In the real world, the cops would hate it. I’d be as welcome as a wet dog on a cold night. Not federal, not local, and there weren’t enough licensed vamp executioners in the country to fill a dozen slots. I could only name eight of us; two of those were retired.
    Most of them specialized in vampires. I was one of the few who would look at other types of kills. There was talk of the new law being expanded to include all preternatural kills. Most of the vampire executioners would be out of their depth. It was an informal apprenticeship. I had a college degree in preternatural biology, but that wasn’t common. Most of the rogue lycanthropes, occasional trolls run amok, and other more solid beasties were taken out by bounty hunters. But the new law wouldn’t give special powers to bounty hunters. Vampire executioners, most of them, worked very strictly within the confines of the law. Or maybe we just had better press.
    I’d been screaming about vamps being monsters for years.