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in her breath. She felt his fingers dig into her biceps and his knees press against hers. Multiple orgasms shook her one after another. She felt his hot fluid flooding her and she cried out, a rapturous sensation shaping her features. She collapsed on the bed, wet hair splayed out over the pillow and her body covered with a sheen of warm sweat. With his weight still on top of her, she ground her crotch against the bed. He remained inside her, hot and throbbing.
    Laughter escaped her lips. “Goddamn, that was good!”
    When he didn’t respond, she opened her eyes and glanced at the mirror on the wall. She didn’t see him at first, just a black shadow above her. But he was there all right. She felt him thrusting again. Sharp pain lanced her back, as if ten knives had sliced her all at once.
    “Hey!”
    Then her eyes adjusted to the darkness, and what she saw reflected in the mirror made her scream for her life.

CHAPTER NINE
    “Christ,” Mace said, standing in the center of the bloodbath. Patty had arrived ahead of him and Willy just after him, but Morrissey had been the first detective on-site. Blood dripped from the ceiling and walls. One half of a glistening skeleton occupied the soaking wet bed. Tissue clung to the furniture. Organs marked the floor. Cool night air blew through the shattered window. Somewhere in the room a pair of excited flies buzzed.
    “We were here today,” Patty said in a bewildered voice.
    Mace raised his eyebrows.
    “One of Glenzer’s students. I was so tired I left my notes back on my desk.”
    Mace faced Morrissey, who flipped through his notepad.
    “Landlady called forty minutes ago when she heard screams coming from this apartment. As soon as she hung up, she heard glass breaking. When the uniforms busted in, they found what they believe to be the remains of Sarah Harper”—he gestured at the bed—“age twenty-one.”
    “Pretty blonde girl,” Willy said in a soft voice.
    Patty nodded. “I remember now.”
    Mace stared at the wall above the bed. A single word had been scrawled on it in blood.
    “‘Nahual,’”
Willy said. “Mexican, I think.”
    “Maybe the perp is an illegal werewolf,” Morrissey said. “What does it mean?”
    “I don’t know. I’m Puerto Rican.”
    Morrissey rolled his eyes in a
like there’s a difference
manner.
    Mace gestured at the bloody writing. “I don’t want anyone from the press to see this. If any of them want to bitch, they know who to contact. I want a media blackout.”
    Nodding, Patty scanned the floor. “I don’t see a head.”
    Mace called Gibbons on his cell phone. “Don, I need you to do a search on a word for me.… Yes, again. Ready? N-A-H-U-A-L. We think it’s Mexican. There may be several different definitions. I want all of them. Give this to someone who can keep their mouth shut.”
    They stood in silence for a moment, overwhelmed by the violence radiating from the walls.
    “Have any neighbors come forward?” Patty said.
    Morrissey snorted. “Right.”
    “Everything is just like this morning.”
    “Not everything,” Mace said, moving over to the window. “This time the window was broken from the
inside
.”
    Joining him, Patty looked for shards of glass on the floor. “You’re right.”
    “Front door wasn’t broken,” Morrissey said.
    “She knew the perps,” Patty said. “She let them in.”
    Mace nodded. “Let’s find that landlady.”
    In the downstairs lobby, Morrissey led the detectives to a woman in her late fifties who wore orange slippers and a matching bathrobe spotted with coffee stains. The first officer on the scene stood watching at the front door.
    “Mrs. Welsh, these are my colleagues. Do you think you can answer their questions like you did mine?”
    Sniffling, the landlady wiped her nose and nodded. “I’ll try.”
    Morrissey looked at the other detectives, and Patty said, “Can you tell us anything about Miss Harper’s personal habits?”
    Mrs. Welsh’s face grew stern. “I didn’t