The Wicked by Stacey Kennedy Page A

fang marks on her neck,” Broden said.
     
    I stepped closer, seeing the evidence for myself. There were two small puncture marks in the left side of the woman’s neck. “Are you sure that a vampire killed her?” I asked, glancing back at Broden.
     
    His brows rose. “Of course I’m sure. There is no other evidence of interference and the fang marks are a pretty clear indicator.”
     
    “I know, it’s just she’s still so full.” I waved across her body. When I looked at Kyden for him to agree with my findings, he wasn’t looking at her face. I gave him a hard smack on the arm. “Keep your eyes on her neck.”
     
    “What do you expect?” He laughed. “Look at the size of them.”
     
    “Can’t agree with him more.” Haven giggled. “I can’t take my eyes off those jubilees.”
     
    I scowled at both of them and reached over to pull the sheet over the woman. She looked around twenty-one—she was so young. But nothing about this seemed like what Broden was suggesting. My gut was gnawing at me that something was off here. I glanced around the room again in search of answers and when my gaze connected with fine white powder sitting atop a mirror on the end table, I stepped in closer to examine it.
     
    “See something?” Kyden asked.
     
    “I’m not an expert here, but is this cocaine?” I asked Broden. Gloria raised me to just say NO so clearly I wasn’t sure what it looked like. Really though, it didn’t take a genius to make the assumption. Why else would power be lining a mirror?
     
    Broden came up beside me, knelt down, swiped a bit of the powder off the mirror then held it to his nose and took a sniff. “I believe you might be right.”
     
    “Do you think she was doing this?” I asked.
     
    Broden gave me an exasperated glance. “You think I had a chance to ask her?”
     
    “Geesh,” I retored. “You’re the detective. I’m just saying maybe she overdosed?”
     
    He was thoughtful for a moment. “I suppose it is possible.”
     
    Without pause, I glanced to Haven. “Do your alakazam and let’s see what happened here.”
     
    “Okie dokie,” she responded, making her way to the side of the bed. She raised her hands in the air and within seconds the air vibrated then the scene was before us.
     
    This woman must practice Yoga because she sure was flexible. The vampire was enjoying her gymnastic moves immensely as he rocked her world as only a vampire could. For a few minutes, I couldn’t look away. Never had I seen a vampire do the nasty before. It wasn’t really something I wished to see. But now witnessing it, I immediately understood why humans became so addicted to them. His speed was startling.
     
    Finally, after a long lingering look, I shook my head, clearing my thoughts and shock then glanced around the room again looking for anything that could give us a lead here.
     
    The very first place I looked, I saw that I was a better detective than I thought. “Look,” I said. “More cocaine.” And a lot more at that.
     
    Two huge fat lines were sitting atop the mirror. The woman’s loud scream of completion stole the moment for anyone to respond. I snapped my gaze to her. She shoved the vampire off, climbed over to the table, leaned over the mirror, and a moment later, the evidence of those drugs was gone.
     
    “Alright, my energizer bunny,” she purred, turning back to the vampire. “Are you ready for more?”
     
    “Always ready,” the vampire answered.
     
    He wasn’t lying. Vampires are sensual creatures. The need for intimacy is almost equal to their need for blood.
     
    “Let me have a taste of you,” the vampire said, climbing back on top of her, getting back to business.
     
    As he began to thrust, the woman leaned her head to the side, gave him access as he dove in and drank heavily from her throat.
     
    “Yuck,” I gasped.
     
    Broden gave me a look.
     
    “Sorry, I mean yum,” I corrected.
     
    Haven laughed.
     
    Broden didn’t, just focused