I took a bite of my cheeseburger. It was almost crispy around the edges, not a smidgen of pink in the center. Perfect.
"What's wrong?" Larry asked. He was nibbling at a lettuce leaf.
I swallowed. "Why should something be wrong?"
"You're frowning," he said.
"Magnus didn't come back to the table."
"So? He answered all our questions."
"Maybe we just don't know the right questions to ask."
"You suspect him of something now?" Larry shook his head. "You have been hanging around with cops too long, Anita. You think everyone's up to something."
"They usually are." I took another bite of burger.
Larry squinched his eyes tight.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked.
"There's juice coming out of your burger. How can you eat that after what we just saw?"
"I guess this means you don't want me to put ketchup on my fries."
He looked at me with something near physical pain on his face. "How can you make jokes?"
My beeper went off. Had they found the vampire? I hit the button, and Dolph's number flashed at me. Now what?
"It's Dolph. Eat hearty. I'll phone from the Jeep and be back."
Larry stood up with me. He put a tip on the table and left his salad nearly untouched. "I'm done."
"Well, I'm not. Have Magnus pack my meal to go." I left him staring forlornly down at my half-eaten burger.
"You're not going to eat it in the car, are you?"
"Just have it packed up." I went for the Jeep and its fancy phone. Dolph answered on the third ring. "Anita?"
"Yeah, Dolph, it's me. What's up?"
"Vampire victim out near you."
"Shit, another one."
"What do you mean another one?"
That stopped me. "Freemont didn't call you after I talked to her?"
"Yeah, she said good things about you."
"That surprises me; she wasn't too friendly."
"How not friendly?"
"She wouldn't let me hunt vampires with her."
"Tell me," Dolph said.
I told him.
Dolph was quiet for a very long time after I finished. "You still there, Dolph?"
"I'm here. I wish I wasn't."
"What's going on, Dolph? Why would Freemont call and tell you what a good job I'm doing, but not ask for the squad's help on something this big?"
"I bet she hasn't called the Feds either," Dolph said.
"What's going on, Dolph?"
"I think Detective Freemont is pulling a Lone Ranger on us."
"The federal boys are going to want a piece of this. The first vampire serial killer in recorded history. Freemont can't keep it to herself."
"I know," Dolph said.
"What are we going to do?"
"The body on the ground this time sounds like a straightforward vampire kill. It's classic, bite marks, no other damage to the body. Could it be a different vamp?"
"Could be," I said.
"You sound doubtful."
"Two rogue vamps in this small a geographical area, this far from a city, doesn't seem likely."
"The body wasn't cut up."
"There is that," I said.
"How sure are you that the first killer is a vamp? Is there anything else it could be?"
I opened my mouth to say no, and closed it. Anybody who could cut down all those trees in one drunken brawl could certainly cut up people. Magnus had his glamor. I wasn't sure it was capable of doing what I'd seen in the clearing, but...
"I might have an alternative."
"Who," I said. I hated giving Magnus up to the cops. He'd kept his secret so long, but... what if the question I should ask was, had he killed five people? I'd felt the strength in his hands. I remembered the clean trunks of the trees, cut by just one blow, two at most. I flashed on the murder scene. The blood, the na**d bone. I couldn't rule Magnus out, and I couldn't afford to be wrong.
I gave him up to Dolph. "Can you keep the part about him being fairie out of it for a while?"
"Because if he didn't do it, then his life is ruined."
"A lot of people have fey blood in them, Anita."
"Tell that to the college student last year whose fiance beat her to death when he found out he was about to marry a fairie. He protested in court that he hadn't meant to kill her. The fey were supposed to be hard to kill, weren't they?"
"Not everyone is like that, Anita."
"Not everyone, but enough."
"I'll try, Anita, but I can't promise."
"Fair enough," I said. "Where's the new victim?"
"Monkey's Eyebrow," he said.
"That's the name of the town."
"Jesus. Monkey's Eyebrow, Missouri. Let me guess. It's a small town."
"Big enough to have a sheriff and a murder."
"Sorry. Do you have directions?" I fished my small, spiral-bound notebook out of the pocket of the black jacket.
He gave me directions. "Sheriff St. John is holding the body for you. He called us first. Since Freemont wants to go it alone, we'll let her."
"You're not going to tell her?"
"I don't suppose Monkey's Eyebrow has a crime scene unit, Dolph. If we don't have Freemont come in with her people, we're going to need somebody. Can you guys come down yet?"
"We're still working our own murder. But since Sheriff St. John called us in for his murder, we'll be in the area as soon as we can get there. Not tonight, but tomorrow."
"Freemont's supposed to send over crime-scene photos from the first couple that was killed. I bet if I asked she might send over photos from the second scene, too. Show-and-tell tomorrow when you get here."
"Freemont may be suspicious about you asking for more pictures," Dolph said.
"I'll tell her I want them for comparison. She may be trying to hog the case for herself, but she wants it solved. She just wants to solve it herself."
"She's a glory hound," Dolph said.
"Looks that way."
"I don't know if I'll be able to keep Freemont out of the second case or not, but I'll try to give you some lead time, so you can look around without her breathing down your neck."
"She said you had your assistant with you at the crime scene. Had to be Larry Kirkland, right?"
"What are you doing bringing him to crime scenes?"
"He'll have a degree in preternatural biology this spring. He's an animator and a vampire slayer. I can't be everywhere, Dolph. If I think he can handle it, I thought it might be nice to have two monster experts."
"It might. Freemont said Larry lost his lunch all over the crime scene."
"He didn't throw up on the crime scene, just near it."
There was a moment of silence. "Better than throwing up on the body."
"I'm never going to live that down, am I?"
"No," Dolph said, "you aren't."
"Great. Larry and I will get out there as soon as we can. It's about a thirty-minute drive, maybe more."
"I'll tell Sheriff St. John you're on your way." He hung up.
I hung up. Dolph was training me never to say good-bye over the phone.
Larry slumped in the seat as far as the seat belt would let him. His hands were clenched tight in his lap. He stared out into the dark like he was seeing something besides the passing scenery. Images of butchered teenagers dancing in his head, I bet. They weren't dancing in mine. Not yet. I might see them in my dreams, but not awake, not yet.
"How bad will this one be?" he asked. His voice sounded quiet, strained.
"I don't know. It's a vampire victim. Could be neat, just a couple of puncture wounds; could be carnage."
"Carnage like the three boys?"
"Dolph said no, said it's classic, just bite marks."
"So it won't be messy?" His voice was squeezed down to a near whisper.
"Won't know until we get there," I said.
"You couldn't just comfort me?" His voice sounded so small, so uncertain that I almost offered to turn the Jeep around. He didn't have to see another murder scene. It was my job, but it wasn't his job, not yet.