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they will not bite you.”
    “No, they’ll just metaphorically chew you up and spit you out. I have to stop at the mall.”
    Mickey sprang upright. “Shopping. Finally .”

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    I ’d never been the kind of girl who needed a guy around. But as we drove toward Tenth World, I wanted Mal next to me. The landscape, once we left the concrete grid of the city, was like the surface of Mars if NASA had paved a two-lane road straight down the center of it. There was nowhere to turn off and nothing to hide behind. In a rig like the Skylark, perfect for floating down freeways but not so hot in the agility department, I wouldn’t even be able to manage a U-turn. Disturbing as things around us were, Mal was comforting to me.
    Mickey glared at the side mirror through a giant new pair of tortoiseshell sunglasses. “I think someone’s following us.”
    “That’s the bodyguard.”
    “Why do we need a bodyguard? And how do you know?”
    Richard Abel had used human mercenaries during the day. He didn’t like humans, and only used them when he thought the job would be easy. He’d sent them after me once for a quick bag job, not knowing that Malcolm was around. It had still been a clusterfuck. At least human bodyguards wouldn’t have to worry about the sun burning them out of existence. Mickey would be gone tomorrow morning, so I didn’t trouble her with that little factoid.
    “You didn’t notice him when we came out of Victoria’s Secret? The guy who was really, really interested in the kelp cellulite scrub kiosk?”
    “I was distracted by this new bra. I think it’s turned my boobs up to eleven.”
    I laughed and glanced at her. “The American judge gives it a ten-point-oh.”
    “You know, this is all very exciting for me. Vampires. Your cah-razy hot boyfriend. Credit cards without limits. But I know that you have things to do, so please do not worry about entertaining me at all times.”
    “I think I kind of win that exchange,” I said, “but I do have a few things I have to do before we can hang. I’ll crank them out, though.” Anything related to satisfying Bronson wasn’t on the good kind of to-do list.
    The resort loomed ahead of us, five stories of sandstone-colored concrete. The buzz of the undead strummed against my nerves. The ground floor had a few windows tucked deep beneath slate awnings and the only uncovered windows were on the top floor.
    “Ooh.” Mickey leaned forward against her seat belt. “You see that? That’s their traditional architecture. I saw it on a documentary. The only daylight is on the top floor, where they keep their feeders. They don’t have to contain them because the only way out is through the building. Since they’re so quick, even if their humans try to run, vampires can catch them before they get to the ground. I mean, that’s how it was before it moved to a voluntary employment basis.”
    “They could have jumped off the roof.” I sped up and the truck paced me.
    “That’s not escape. That’s suicide.”
    “Mickey, you need to be careful around them.” My hands twisted on the wheel as I tried to figure out how to explain. “That sucker PR machine spins day and night, but that’s not what they’re really like. Vampires aren’t humans with more time.”
    “I know, I know. They’re predators.”
    “It’s not even that. It’s not like they’re constantly on the hunt. They acquire. They’re big into owning things, owning people. Just because they can.”
    “Vampires are hoarders?”
    “Yeah.” I shook my head. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s how they cope with always being hungry.”
    I turned off the main road, which looped toward a covered valet area, and aimed for the parking garage in the back. Our tail closed to within a couple of car lengths and an old tension wound its way through my limbs. My gaze moved on a steady rotation through the mirrors and out both windows. Being followed, even by a friendly, had me on alert.
    Even in the partial shade, the