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One of the uniforms who had been waiting for us duck-walked to Dolph and said, “Nothing’s moved since we got here, Sergeant.”

Dolph nodded. “Good. Special forces will be here when they can get to it. We’re on the list.”

“What do you mean, we’re on the list?” I asked.

Dolph looked at me. “Special forces has the silver bullets, and they’ll get here as soon as they can.”

“We’re going to wait for them?” I said.

“No.”

“Sergeant, we are supposed to wait for special forces when going into a preternatural situation,” the uniform said.

“Not if you’re the Regional Preternatural Investigation Team,” he said.

“You should have silver bullets,” I said.

“I’ve got a requisition in,” Dolph said.

“A requisition, that’s real helpful.”

“You’re a civvie. You get to wait outside. So don’t bitch,” he said.

“I’m also the legal vampire executioner for the State of Missouri. If I’d answered my beeper instead of ignoring it to irritate Bert, the vampire would be staked already, and we wouldn’t be doing this. You can’t leave me out of it. It’s more my job than it is yours.”

Dolph stared at me for a minute or two, then nodded very slowly.

“You should have kept your mouth shut,” Zerbrowski said. “And you’d get to wait in the car.”

“I don’t want to wait in the car.”

He just looked at me. “I do.”

Dolph started walking towards the doors. Zerbrowski followed. I brought up the rear. I was the police’s preternatural expert. If things went badly tonight, I’d earn my retainer.

All vampire victims were brought to the basement of the old St. Louis City Hospital, even those who die in a different county. There just aren’t that many morgues equipped to handle freshly risen vampires. They’ve got a special vault room with a steel reinforced everything and crosses laid on the outside of the door. There’s even a feeding tank to take the edge off that first blood lust. Rats, rabbits, guinea pigs. Just a snack to calm the newly risen.

Under normal circumstances the man’s body would have been in the vampire room, and there would have been no problem, but I had promised them that he was safe. I was their expert, the one they called to stake the dead. If I said a body was safe, they believed me. And I’d been wrong. God help me, I’d been wrong.

Chapter 16

St. Louis City Hospital sat like a stubby brick giant in the middle of a combat zone. Walk a few blocks south and you could see Tony Award-winning musicals straight from Broadway. But here we could have been on the dark side of the moon. If the moon had slums.

Broken windows decorated the ground like shattered teeth.

The hospital, like a lot of inner-city hospitals, had lost money, so they had closed it down. But the morgue stayed open because they couldn’t afford to move the vampire room.

The room had been designed in the early 1900s when people still thought they could find a cure for vampirism. Lock a vampire in the vault, watch it rise and try to “cure” it. A lot of vamps cooperated because they wanted to be cured. Dr. Henry Mulligan had pioneered the search for a cure. The program was discontinued when one of the patients ate Dr. Mulligan’s face.

So much for helping the poor misunderstood vampire.

But the vault room was still used for most vampire victims. Mostly as a precaution, because these days when a vamp rose there was a vampire counsellor waiting to guide the newly risen to civilized vampirehood.

I had forgotten about the vampire counsellor. It was a pioneer program that’d only been in effect a little over a month. Would an older vampire be able to control an animalistic vampire, or would it take a master vampire to control it? I didn’t know. I just didn’t know.

Dolph had his gun out and ready. Without silver-plated bullets, it was better than spitting at the monster, but barely. Zerbrowski held the shotgun like he knew how to use it. There were four uniformed officers at my back. All with guns, all ready to blast undead ass. So why wasn’t I comforted? Because nobody else had any freaking silver bullets, except me.

The double glass doors swooshed open automatically. Seven guns were trained on the door as it moved. My fingers were all cramped up trying not to shoot the damn door.

One of the uniforms swallowed a laugh. Nervous, who us?

“All right,” Dolph said, “there are civilians in here. Don’t shoot any of them.”

One of the uniforms was blond. His partner was black and much older. The other two uniforms were in their twenties: one skinny and tall with a prominent Adam’s apple, the other short with pale skin and eyes nearly glassy with fear.

Each policeman had a cross-shaped tie tack. They were the latest style and standard issue for the St. Louis police. The crosses would help, maybe even keep them alive.

I hadn’t had time to get my crucifix’s chain replaced. I was wearing a charm bracelet that dangled with tiny crosses. I was also wearing an anklet chain, not just because it matched the bracelet, but if anything unusual happened tonight, I wanted to have a backup.

It’s sort of a tossup which I’d least like to live without, cross or gun. Better to have both.

“You got any suggestions about how we should do this, Anita?” Dolph asked.

It wasn’t too long ago that the police wouldn’t have been called in at all. The good ol’ days when vampires were left to a handful of dedicated experts. Back when you could just stake a vamp and be done with it. I had been one of the few, the proud, the brave, the Executioner.

“We could form a circle, guns pointing out. It would up our chances of not getting snuck up on.”

The blond cop said, “Won’t we hear it coming?”

“The undead make no noise,” I said.

His eyes widened.

“I’m kidding, officer,” I said.

“Hey,” he said softly. He sounded offended. I guess I didn’t blame him.

“Sorry,” I said.

Dolph frowned at me.

“I said I was sorry.”

“Don’t tease the rookies,” Zerbrowski said. “I bet this is his first vampire.”

The black cop made a sound between a laugh and a snort. “His first day, period.”

“Jesus,” I said. “Can he wait out in the car?”

“I can handle myself,” the blond said.

“It’s not that,” I said, “but isn’t there some kind of union rule against vampires on the first day?”

“I can take it,” he said.

I shook my head. His first fucking day. He should have been out directing traffic somewhere, not playing tag with the walking dead.

“I’ll take point,” Dolph said. “Anita to my right.” He pointed two fingers at the black cop and the blond. “You two on my left.” He pointed at the last two uniforms. “Behind Ms. Blake. Zerbrowski, take the back.”

“Gee, thanks, Sarge,” he muttered.

I almost let it go, but I couldn’t. “I’m the only one with silver ammo. I should have point,” I said.

“You’re a civvie, Anita,” Dolph said.

“I haven’t been a civvie for years and you know it.”

He looked at me for a long second, then nodded. “Take point, but if you get killed, my ass is grass.”

I smiled. “I’ll try to remember that.”

I stepped out in front, a little ahead of the others. They formed a rough circle behind me. Zerbrowski gave me a thumbs-up sign. It made me smile. Dolph gave the barest of nods. It was time to go inside. Time to stalk the monster.

Chapter 17

The walls were two-tone green. Dark khaki on the bottom, puke green on top. Institutional green, as charming as a sore tooth. Huge steam pipes, higher than my head, covered the walls. The pipes were painted green, too. They narrowed the hallway to a thin passageway.

Electrical conduit pipes were a thinner silver shadow to the steam pipes. Hard to put electricity in a building never designed for it.