Detective Arnet leaned in, and asked, Was that Lieutenant Storr? Yeah, I whispered, murder scene, gotta run. Well, except for the dead woman on the carpet and the blood trail leading back to the bedroom. No one wants to be first, but no one wants to be left out, either. I'm sorry, but I just can't stand here like this anymore.
I looked at him and wanted to see his eyes. I called vampires home to me, because I had taken them long ago. The feel of him hard and firm against the front of my naked body made me close my eyes for a moment. But what? What had him all serious-faced?I had time to ask, What, what's wrong? then the next song came on.
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