Niles Gule, police consultant and resident vampire of Baltimore, tilted his head at the odd request from Miss Julia Buzinski.
The young lady gazed at him with a voracious twinkle in her eye.
“Okay,” he agreed although he wasn’t certain what he was agreeing to. He’d been assigned to care for the girl while her parents reviewed a lineup of suspects related to a robbery they’d witnessed. He thought that meant he and Julia would sit around and chat. The girl had other ideas.
Julia beamed. “Hands flat on the table.”
Lifting his brows at her imperious voice, Niles did as the eleven-year-old girl demanded. He spayed his delicately fingered hands on the conference room table.
As was typical of all vampires, his fingers ended with long white claws rather than nails. Many vampires sharpened them into weaponry strong enough to slash clothing and rend skin. Once upon a time…
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