wound, the victim will bleed out. Was there anything else?”
“All of the women were raped before they were killed ,” Samuel answered, his tone obviously disgusted.
Angel’s own stomach churned. He had no patience for rapists. “So you will be looking for a crime scene that is private. He would not do these things in the open. I speculate that your criminal, no, our criminal, is choosing his victims carefully. They are people he can get close to, get somewhere private with them. If it is a vampire, he will not risk himself while he takes her. We let our guard down when we feed or have sex. If he is allowing the women to bleed out, there will be evidence.”
“I will have my officers check the women’s homes again,” Samuel said.
“I would also like your cooperation with my team, as well.”
“Fine, whatever it takes to catch this piece of shit. Send your men to my office, and I will see that they get whatever information they need.”
“Detective,” Angel urged, “Go ahead and run the story about a wolf or a human trying to make it look like a wolf. Do not shed any light on the possibility that we are dealing with a sick vampire. If he thinks he has fooled us all, he will grow lax and make a mistake.”
“Good thinking,” Samuel mused. “Let me give you my personal cell number, just in case.”
Angel saw the detective to the door, only to be greeted by the sound of female laughter floating up the steps to the front door. Laughter like wind chimes. The sun had just barely set, and the sky was a lovely shade of violet, the exact color of Brea’s eyes.
Approaching in a sphere of bubbling laughter was his mate. Potential mate, he corrected himself. Her hair was streaming down her back like curling red ribbon, her violet eyes were shining. Alongside Brea was a beautiful young wolf woman. Angel knew immediately that this was Keelie. The two were carrying armfuls of shopping bags and paper sacks that smelled of fast food.
“Welcome, Brea.” He stopped himself just in time. He had almost told her Welcome home . But this was not her home. “This must be Keelie,” he said in his rich baritone. Keelie smiled and shifted her packages to extend her hand. She intended for him to shake it as he would any man, but Angel was not any man. He lifted her hand to his lips briefly and then returned it to her. He smiled as the pink coloring took form in her cheeks. “You are most welcome at my home,” Angel said.
“Um, thank you,” she managed before giggling like a school girl. Angel took the packages from the girls and offered to place them in Brea’s room. He heard the whispers and hushed chuckles behind him as he easily carried the bags to her room.
After setting each bag down, Angel turned to Brea and said, “I have some business to attend to with the others tonight. We must visit a local club to look for someone new to the area. Is there any chance you ladies want to accompany us?”
“Where is it?”
“It is downtown. It is called The Black Horse.”
“The vampire bar?” Keelie squeaked. No one was allowed in unless accompanied by a vampire, but rumors about the place had circulated none the less. Any and everything happened there. Anything from fetishes, to willing blood donors, to drugs, to a combination of all three.
“The same. I will understand if you do not want to go, but I assure you both, no harm will come to you in my presence.”
“Are you kidding! Hell yes I want to go. Can we Brea?”
“How can I refuse?” Brea resigned. She had heard what kind of things went on in vampire clubs. Things she was sure she didn’t want any part of.
“Good. Get ready, and I will let Ricco know. I am sure he will want to attend as well.
“All of the women were raped before they were killed ,” Samuel answered, his tone obviously disgusted.
Angel’s own stomach churned. He had no patience for rapists. “So you will be looking for a crime scene that is private. He would not do these things in the open. I speculate that your criminal, no, our criminal, is choosing his victims carefully. They are people he can get close to, get somewhere private with them. If it is a vampire, he will not risk himself while he takes her. We let our guard down when we feed or have sex. If he is allowing the women to bleed out, there will be evidence.”
“I will have my officers check the women’s homes again,” Samuel said.
“I would also like your cooperation with my team, as well.”
“Fine, whatever it takes to catch this piece of shit. Send your men to my office, and I will see that they get whatever information they need.”
“Detective,” Angel urged, “Go ahead and run the story about a wolf or a human trying to make it look like a wolf. Do not shed any light on the possibility that we are dealing with a sick vampire. If he thinks he has fooled us all, he will grow lax and make a mistake.”
“Good thinking,” Samuel mused. “Let me give you my personal cell number, just in case.”
Angel saw the detective to the door, only to be greeted by the sound of female laughter floating up the steps to the front door. Laughter like wind chimes. The sun had just barely set, and the sky was a lovely shade of violet, the exact color of Brea’s eyes.
Approaching in a sphere of bubbling laughter was his mate. Potential mate, he corrected himself. Her hair was streaming down her back like curling red ribbon, her violet eyes were shining. Alongside Brea was a beautiful young wolf woman. Angel knew immediately that this was Keelie. The two were carrying armfuls of shopping bags and paper sacks that smelled of fast food.
“Welcome, Brea.” He stopped himself just in time. He had almost told her Welcome home . But this was not her home. “This must be Keelie,” he said in his rich baritone. Keelie smiled and shifted her packages to extend her hand. She intended for him to shake it as he would any man, but Angel was not any man. He lifted her hand to his lips briefly and then returned it to her. He smiled as the pink coloring took form in her cheeks. “You are most welcome at my home,” Angel said.
“Um, thank you,” she managed before giggling like a school girl. Angel took the packages from the girls and offered to place them in Brea’s room. He heard the whispers and hushed chuckles behind him as he easily carried the bags to her room.
After setting each bag down, Angel turned to Brea and said, “I have some business to attend to with the others tonight. We must visit a local club to look for someone new to the area. Is there any chance you ladies want to accompany us?”
“Where is it?”
“It is downtown. It is called The Black Horse.”
“The vampire bar?” Keelie squeaked. No one was allowed in unless accompanied by a vampire, but rumors about the place had circulated none the less. Any and everything happened there. Anything from fetishes, to willing blood donors, to drugs, to a combination of all three.
“The same. I will understand if you do not want to go, but I assure you both, no harm will come to you in my presence.”
“Are you kidding! Hell yes I want to go. Can we Brea?”
“How can I refuse?” Brea resigned. She had heard what kind of things went on in vampire clubs. Things she was sure she didn’t want any part of.
“Good. Get ready, and I will let Ricco know. I am sure he will want to attend as well.
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