I don't know for sure, but I don't want to take the chance. Several horrible scenarios went through my head, like the ardeur rising in the van with Mobile Reserve, or Zerbrowski in his car. It wasn't just the body, it was Richard looking down at me. He sighed.
A silver tie tack with a sapphire in its head pierced the white at his throat. Richard Lovelace, I said, always liked his stuff in college. They seemed to consider me almost more dangerous than the vampires. His face was utterly peaceful.
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