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couldn’t give specifics, but hinted that someone at the University was involved.  These professors, because of their specialities, could easily be involved.” 
    I reached for my drink, realized the glass was empty, and curled my fingers around it.  “ So, what?  You think there might be a link between this so-called Secret Society and the witch killings? That one of those men is the killer? ”
    Those fabulous lips quirked up, a semblance of a smile. “ I don’t think anything —yet. It helps to establish a connection first. ”
    “I see.”
    He s wung his long legs out in front of him. “ What I’m proposing is this—“ he swung his long legs out in front of him. “You and I go undercover at the University, check things out. You can be a student, enroll in some of their classes, get a firsthand feel for the se professors , and for the other students. Maybe, with those  heightened senses of yours, you can get a bead on who, if any, might be involved. Who knows, we might be off base entirely,but—I don’t think so. ”
    “And they make fun of women’s intuition.”
    He fixed me with a stare.  “Inheritor intuition is amazingly accurate.”
    I shifted in my seat. “Dust off my backpack and drag out the old textbooks, huh?” My eyebrow quirked up. “And you?   Will you be a student as well? ”
    His fingers brushed absently at a speck of dust on the lapel of his jacket. “ No. I’ve arranged to be a temporary replacement for an ailing faculty member.”
    I shook my head. To see an Inheritor Vamp pose as a professor would be worth the price of admission. Tempting, but…
    “Sorry.” I rose from my chair. “As I’ve said, I’m not interested. You’ll just have to find some other sucker with a voodoo background to help you catch your killer.”
    As I started to move away, his hand shot out, encircled my wrist. “What would it take,” he asked softly, “for you to change your mind?”
    I hesitated, and shook my hand free. “Not much.  Just a miracle,” I said, and walked out.
     
    In the alley behind the club, I leaned against a signpost for a minute. The mix of Zuluki and beer had a little band of men shaking maracas in my head. I needed to get home, lie on my soft bed, and just sleep. Drain away the tension, lick my wounds, come to grips with the fact that come tomorrow, I’d be returning to work, not on a special Homicide case, but back to paranormal investigating. Bugger.
    My vision skewed slightly to one side and I caught a movement from the shadows at the back of the alley. I stiffened. Two of the shadows melted into large forms, dressed in scruffy jeans and sweatshirts. I saw the yellow gleam in their eyes and figured them to be weres—not nice ones, either.
    “Hey, look what they tossed out in the trash,” one of them uttered a low growl. I pressed a hand to my throbbing temple. It was the week before the full phase, and I did recall hearing weres were especially bitchy around this time, which accounted for Dorrie’s moods. They also had increased appetites and shorter tempers. Lucky me.
    The good news was, my headache was starting to dissipate. The bad news was, my blade and other weapons were in my other jacket at home.
    One of them pulled out the biggest, sharpest knife I’d ever seen. “Hey, baby. Where you goin’ so fast. Me and Percy, here, we need some fresh meat. Practice for next week.”
    “Back off.” I fished in my pocket, found my shield. I pulled it out and waved it in front of them. “Police.”
    They both laughed. “You ain’t a real cop. We know who you are. You’re the Wiccan bitch what got her partner killed, because she thought she could harness the forces of black magic for good.” Another growl. “Can’t mix white and black magic, girl. Ain’t you learned nothin’ yet?”
    I should have learned not to go down back alleys right before a phase, but apparently my education was sorely lacking in that area, as well. “Okay, guys. I don’t want any