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several months ago in a robbery gone wrong.”
    Interesting. “What about Bottchelli?”
    “He’s another man with no official records of any kind.”
    I might not have any proof, but I’d bet my very last dollar that Blake was the man behind both identities.
    “Meaning he has unofficial ones?”
    “Actually, no. But his name has been linked to a number of armed robberies, including several that ended up with fatalities.”
    Not a bad effort for a man who apparently didn’t exist. “Meaning we haven’t got as much as a license picture or an address for him?”
    “No. Jack’s just given the go-ahead to break into the phone records of both men to see if we can find any connecting numbers. That’ll give us a starting place.”
    Which meant Jack was taking this situation seriously, because even he could get into considerable trouble for doing that without approval from the higher-ups. Not that that had ever stopped any of us before. “Let me know what you get. I’m heading over to the vamp’s place now.”
    “Right.”
    I crossed the road and headed back to my car. Once there, I got rid of my bra, which had—as usual—been shredded by the shift into seagull form. One of these days, I thought, flinging it onto the backseat, the Directorate were going to have to pay me for the cost of replacements, because bras were costing me a small fortune. And while Quinn might have bags of money, and had offered more than once to provide for me, I refused to be looked after like that. I might want to spend the rest of my life with him, but I wanted to pay my own way whenever possible.
    I got back onto the freeway and made my way down to Mount Martha. The vampire suspect lived in the middle of an estate situated between the Nepean and Moorooduc highways, and certainly didn’t have any of the sea views that the area was famous for. The house itself was a standard brick veneer—the type of house that could be seen in dozens of different estates all over Melbourne. But the gardens were well kept, the grass cut, and there was a average-looking station wagon parked in the carport. I wondered if the neighbors were even aware that they had a vampire living amongst them.
    I parked several houses down from the suspect’s, then climbed out and walked back. The curtains were all drawn in the front of the house, and even the glass near the front door was covered. Which was no surprise, given the owner was a vampire.
    I walked through the carport and headed for the front steps. From inside the house came the sound of voices overlaid by music, meaning our vamp was up and watching the TV. I recognized the ad. I pressed the doorbell and resisted the urge to peer through the windows via the gap in the curtains. When there was no immediate response, I pressed it again, leaning on it a little longer this time.
    There were no answering footsteps, but my skin crawled with awareness, and several seconds later, a wary voice said, “Yes?”
    “Mr. Surrey?”
    “Who wants to know?”
    Was it my imagination, or had a whole heap of tension just crept into that quiet, wary voice?
    “Riley Jenson, from the Director—”
    I didn’t even finish my sentence before he was running. I swore and spun, bolting for the backyard. I leapt the picket fence dividing the two yards one-handed and ran around the back of the house, looking for the rear door. I’m not entirely sure why he’d run this way, because if he was a vamp, then he wasn’t coming out in this sunshine anytime soon without doing himself serious damage.
    The back door was locked. I swore again and thrust a shoulder against it, smashing it open. As the door hit plaster, punching a hole in the wall, I ran through the laundry, following the thick scent of vampire.
    It led me to a bedroom.
    And to a bolt hole.
    I swore yet again then knelt down beside it, peering cautiously into the hole. It was a tunnel, and little more than two feet in diameter, barely enough for a man of any decent size to