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some secret mission and isn’t even texting me and I object.”
    “Hear, hear,” Ingrid agreed, yawning again and then muttered, “Damn truth serum.”
    Emily sighed and said, “The jerk. I’m gonna punch him hard in the throat.”
    “And the knee,” Ingrid added.
    “The knee?” Cathy looked between them and then said, “I think that would hurt your hand.”
    “Sounds fun though.”
    Emily nodded. Sometimes you just needed to punch someone. Even if it was just mentally. She needed to punch someone. She’d like to start with the murderer and then move onto the next person who delayed her shoe buying, napping, and wine drinking and stocking up on wine for when they were back in plain old Sage Island.
    She did love Sage Island. And her aunties. And her coven. But a part of her was craving a bit of adventure. Of course. Not an adventure that included tripping over dead bodies. That needed to stop. Maybe they should find a place to go parasailing. That sounded adventurous. Yes! And bungee jumping. She eyed Ingrid and wondered if Ingrid would do it.
    Probably.
    If the day was going to end with tacos and wine, Emily thought she could talk Ingrid into it. But first murderers.
    “Ingrid and I will talk to the ghost,” Cathy said. “Since you two are too quick to want to further ruin her afterlife. It’s bad enough that she was horrifically slain and her choices were robbed from her. But we don’t need to add crimes she didn’t commit.”
    “Yes,” Emily said, planning on telling Dean all about the hot vampire. “We’ll take the vamp and we’ll make him drink a slew of truth serum and then tell me if he has a girlfriend.”
    “And if,” Carol added, “he murdered that guy and also what he eats and how long he’s lived, and what he can add to our picture of history from his personal experiences. I want him to be really old. Do you know how old he is?”
    Carol directed the question at Emily who shook her head. What did he eat? Was it people? If it was people, did he snack during sexy times? Did it matter if she had a boyfriend? Yes. Of course. Intellectually, it mattered.
    Obviously.
    And it wasn’t cheating if you were just curious about technicalities. It would be cheating if she took a chance at Adam Levine and given one—she would.
    In a hot, glorious second, she’d take that chance.
    Ingrid and Cathy rose, Cathy having to drag the yawning Ingrid along. And Emily and Carol grinned evil grins at each other and then eyed the Presidium guy at the end of the corridor.
    “You know what I think,” Carol said as she looked around, hands on her hips. “I bet he didn’t leave, leave. I bet he’s around, sort of lurking. Like vampires do in movies. He’s got an eye on things, but isn’t just wandering around in the open like some sort of normal person.”
    Emily considered. She could buy it. But how were they going to find him? If she were a vampire, where would she go?
    Well…there was that body out in the courtyard with all of the blood.
    Did vampires drink blood like in the stories? And if they did, would that make the hottie Igor the Vampire hovering near the fresh supply or trying to avoid it before he got in trouble for eating it?
    “I think…” Emily said, turning and looking around. She hadn’t really looked for exits, and there was the one at the end of the hall, but that was the way out. Everyone knew it. But it couldn’t be the only way out. She turned again, saw the door at the end of the hall open, and saw Igor the Presidium dude and Alois come back They walked towards their little closet of interviews with a pile of papers. Igor led the way while Alois had a phone to his ear.
    Neither looked happy.
    That made her wonder if they knew that Igor the vampire had left or if they hadn’t been able to determine it one way or the other. Were they still fixated on her and Ingrid despite what Hazel had said? Had they decided to look beyond them to the wife? Or creepy-girl-crone Gwennie?
    “That