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."I stepped off the shore and sank into the water.It filled the skirt, soaking into the cloak.I tore the cloak off, letting it sink out of sight.The water was warm as bath water, warm as blood.I raised my hand to the moonlight, and the liquid that streamed down it was thick and dark and had never been water.I stood in the shallows in a dress that I had never imagined, by a shore I did not know, and stared at the beautiful monster as he moved towards me, graceful and covered in blood.I woke gasping for air, hands clutching at the sheets like a lifeline."You promised to stay out of my dreams, you son of a bitch," I whispered.The radio clock beside the bed read 2:00 P.M.I'd been asleep for ten hours.I should have felt better, but I didn't.It was as if I'd been running from nightmare to nightmare, and hadn't really gotten to rest.The only dream I remembered was the last one.If they had all been that bad, I didn't want to remember the rest.Why was Jean-Claude haunting my dreams again? He'd given his word, but maybe his word wasn't worth anything.Maybe.I stripped in front of the bathroom mirror.My ribs and stomach were covered in deep, nearly purple bruises.My chest was tight when I breathed, but nothing was broken.The burn on my chest was raw, the skin blackened where it wasn't covered in blisters.A burn hurts all the way down, as if the pain burrows from the skin down to the bone.A burn is the only injury where I am convinced I have nerve endings below skin level.How could it hurt so damn bad, otherwise?I was meeting Ronnie at the health club at three.Ronnie was short for Veronica.She said it helped her get more work as a private detective if people assumed she was male.Sad but true.We would lift weights and jog.I slipped a black sports bra very carefully over the burn.The elastic pressed in on the bruises, but everything else was okay.I rubbed the burn with antiseptic cream and taped a piece of gauze over it.A man's red t-shirt with the sleeves and neck cut out went over everything else.Black biker pants, jogging socks with a thin red stripe, and black Nike Airs completed the outfit.The t-shirt showed the gauze, but it hid the bruises.Most of the regulars at the health club were accustomed to my coming in bruised or worse.They didn't ask a lot of questions anymore.Ronnie says I was grumpy at them.Fine with me.I like to be left alone.I had my coat on, gym bag in hand, when the phone rang.I debated but finally picked it up."Talk to me," I said."It's Dolph."My stomach tightened.Was it another murder? "What's up, Dolph?""We got an ID on the John Doe you looked at.""The vampire victim?""Yeah."I let out the breath I'd been holding.No more murders, and we were making progress; what could be better?"Calvin Barnabas Rupert, friends called him Cal.Twenty-six years old, married to Denise Smythe Rupert for four years.No children.He was an insurance broker.We haven't been able to turn up any ties with the vampire community.""Maybe Mr.Rupert was just in the right place at the wrong time.""Random violence?" He made it a question."Maybe.""If it was random, we got no pattern, nothing to look at.""So you're wondering if I can find out if Cal Rupert had any ties to the monsters?""Yes," he said.I sighed."I'll try.Is that it? I'm late for an appointment.""That's it.Call me if you find out anything." His voice sounded positively grim."You'd tell me if you found another body, wouldn't you?"He gave a snort of laughter."Make you come down and measure the damn bites, yeah.Why?""Your voice sounds grim."The laughter dribbled out of his voice."You're the one who said there'd be more bodies.You changed your mind on that?"I wanted to say, yes, I've changed my mind, but I didn't."If there is a pack of rogue vampires, we'll be seeing more bodies.""Can you think of anything else it could be besides vampires?" he asked.I thought about it for a minute, and shook my head."Not a damn thing.""Fine, talk to you later." The phone buzzed dead in my hand before I could say anything.Dolph wasn't much on hello and good-bye.I had my back-up gun, a Firestar 9mm, in the pocket of my jacket.There was just no way to wear a holster in exercise clothes.The Firestar only held eight bullets to the Browning's thirteen, but the Browning tended to stick out of my pocket and make people stare.Besides, if I couldn't get the bad guys with eight bullets, another five probably wouldn't help.Of course, there was an extra clip in the zipper pocket of my gym bag.A girl couldn't be too cautious in these crime-ridden times.12Ronnie and I were doing power circuits at Vic Tanny's.There were two full sets of machines and no waiting at 3:14 on a Thursday afternoon.I was doing the Hip Abduction/Hip Adduction machine.You pulled a lever on the side and the machine went to different positions.The Hip Adduction position looked vaguely obscene, like a gynecological torture device.It was one of the reasons I never wore shorts when we lifted weights.Ronnie either.I was concentrating on pressing my thighs together without making the weights clink.Weights clinking means you're not controlling the exercise, or it means you're working with too much weight.I was using sixty pounds.It wasn't too heavy.Ronnie lay on her stomach using the Leg Curl, flexing her calves over her back, heels nearly touching her butt.The muscles under her calves bunched and coiled under her skin.Neither of us is bulky, but we're solid.Think Linda Hamilton in Terminator 2.Ronnie finished before I did and paced around the machines waiting for me.I let the weights ease back with only the slightest clink.It's okay to clink the weights when you're finished.We eased out from the machines and started running on the oval track
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