in?â I said.
âOkay, say it makes some sense. Why this way? This is . . .â She spread her hands wide, staring down at the carnage. She was the only one of the three of us still looking at it. âThis is nuts. If it was human, Iâd say we had a serial killer on our hands.â
âWe may have,â I said softly.
Freemont stared at me. âWhat the hell do you mean?â
âA vampire was a person once. Just being dead doesnât cure you of any problems you had as a live human being. If you have a violent pathology before death, that wonât change just because youâre dead.â
Freemont looked at me like I was the one who was crazy. I think it was the word âdeadâ that was bothering her. Once her suspects were dead, they werenât suspects anymore. I tried again. âSay Johnny is a serial killer. He becomes a vampire. Why should being a vampire make him suddenly less violent? Why not more violent?â
âOh, my God,â Larry said.
Freemont took a deep breath in through her nose and let it out slow. âOkay, maybe youâre right. Iâm not saying you are. Iâve seen pictures of vampire victims and they donât look like this, but if you are, what do you need from me?â
âThe pictures from the first crime scene. And a look at where it happened.â
âIâll send the file to your hotel,â she said.
âWhere was the couple killed?â
âJust a few hundred yards from here.â
âLetâs go take a look.â
âIâll have one of the troopers take you over,â she said.
âThis is a damn small geographic area. I assume you searched it.â
âWith a fine-tooth comb. But frankly, Ms. Blake, I wasnât sure what we were looking for. The leaves and the dry weather make it almost impossible to find tracks.â
âYeah,â I said. âTracks would help.â I glanced back the way Iâd come. The leaves were disturbed coming up the hill. âIf it is a vampire . . .â
Freemont cut me off. âWhat do you mean, if?â
I met her suddenly accusing eyes. âLook, Sergeant, if it is a vampire it has more mind control than Iâve ever seen. Iâve never met a vampire, even a master vampire, that could hold three humans in thrall while he killed them. Until I saw this, Iâd have said it couldnât be done.â
âWhat else could it be?â Larry asked.
I shrugged. âI think itâs a vamp, but if I said I was a hundred percent sure, Iâd be lying. I try not to lie to the police. There may be no tracks up the hill even if the ground was soft, because the vampire could have flown in.â
âLike a bat?â Freemont asked.
âNo, they donât change shape into a bat, but they can . . .â I searched for a word and there wasnât one. âThey can levitate, sort of fly. Iâve seen it. I canât explain it, but Iâve seen it.â
âA serial killer vampire.â She shook her head, the lines near her mouth deepening. âThe Feds are going to be all over this.â
âNo joke,â I said. âDid you find the missing body parts?â
âNo, I thought maybe it had eaten them.â
âIf it ate that much, why not more? If it ate, why no teeth marks? If it ate, why not some scattered body parts, like crumbs?â
She clenched her hands into fists. âYouâve made your point. It was a vampire. Even a dumb cop knows they donât eat flesh.â She turned her brown eyes to me, and there was a lot of anger in them. Not at me, exactly, but I might makea good target. I stared back at her, not flinching. She looked away first. Maybe I wouldnât make a good target.
âI donât like having a civilian contractor in on a homicide investigation, but you spotted things down there that I missed. Youâre either very good, or you know