The Bloody Mary Diet: The Detective Adele Series Book 1 by Caroline Stuchlik Page A

about Christine Vail, I believe she was your daughter.”
    “She is my daughter.”
    “My apologies, she is your daughter. Some new information has come up regarding her case and I was wondering if you could provide me with any information regarding her whereabouts or her disap pearance.”
    “Christine disappeared to us when she left for San Francisco.  I have no information or interest from that point.”
    “Maybe I have not made myself clear. I am a member of the Greater San Francisco Practitioners Council and I am investigating your daughter’s disappearance and possible murder and I would appreciate any assistance you can give me.”
    “What did you say your name was?”
    “Detective Catherine Olivia Adele, my grandmother is a Sawyer witch and my great grandmother was as well.”
    “Regardless of your pedigree I have no interest in the where a bouts of my daughter. If you have any further questions regarding this you may contact my attorney.” She gives me her attorneys name and hangs up. What a bitch!!!
    A quick online check of the family shows that they are very active and prominent in the Boston majiking community. Her pedigree doesn’t trump mine but it matches it. Up until Salem witches traced their lineage though the maternal line. She is still a bitch. I find her e-mail address on the Boston Practitioners web site. I quickly go on-line and fill out every questionnaire and enter every contest I can find giving her name, address, email and home phone. Welcome to telemarketer, spam, and junk mail hell. Don’t fuck with me, later I will go online and order her a bunch of magazines, maybe even porn, and have it billed and delivered to her address. I wonder if that is legal? I will have to ask IT. They probably won’t know but they will think it is funny and I would be negligent if I didn’t at least check with someone.
    No wonder Christine is such a head case.
    If her mom doesn’t care enough to talk to me I will have to go to the Boring Brigade headquarters and look though the evidence room. I doubt I will find much but I am probably not going to get anything out of anyone else at this point. I make one last quick call using my blocked number to ask Mrs. Vail’s attorney if you can sue someone for giving you an STD. I leave the Vail home number as a call back. It is a legitimate question and I bet you don’t know the answer so don’t judge.
    I am not going to tell Trevor where I am going. I am still a little pissed about the whole vampire servant married thing. And he can find me anyway so what’s the point.
    I walk out of the station and hail a cab. The evidence room is at the regular station and no one will want to look for evidence from a fifteen year old cold case on a Saturday. I jump in the cab and call the city morgue. No one answers so I call Jan and tell her where I am going. I feel bad. I should have told Trevor. I leave a message for Jan and think about what I can hope to find in the evidence room. There was no body, so no DNA, it wasn’t reported until weeks after the potential abduction took place and until today there was no way to rule out the possibility that she just walked off.  We will have to wait for the forensics report just to get that.
    We seem to have been driving too long and I stop thinking long enough to look around. That’s when I notice that we are not heading to the new station. We are almost outside city limits. I ask the cabbie if he is lost he gives me a creepy smile and says, “No, but you might be.”
    I look at the man in the mirror and he is spor ting a serious pair of fangs. His face does not match the ID hanging on the dash below. This man is not a cabbie. Demetri has me. Fuck, I should have told Trevor.
    We are driving on an open stretch of road and I can ’t possibly jump out at this speed. I am along for the ride. I scroll my phone to Trevor’s number, hold the phone in my lap and wait for him to pick up. When he does I start talking, loud. He has