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leaned back in his leather armchair and lifted an eyebrow at Opal Tadewi. "Just because we haven't seen or heard anything from them and the college girl murders have stopped doesn't mean they're not still out there, waiting to do more damage."
    "I know." Opal stared at her hands. She was dressed as she usually was—comfortably—in nice jeans and a pullover shirt. "I know you still miss her," she added. "I do, too."
    There wasn't any need for them to say the name—Breanne had come to be a subject they approached carefully with each other. Bill had even sent Opal to San Francisco twice—looking for any sign of Bree. They'd found nothing. Bill figured that Breanne would approach Opal before anyone else, and he'd hoped that she'd turn up.
    More than two years had passed instead, and there'd been no sign. He still had Bree's crumpled cell in his desk drawer—and the suitcase from her hotel room in his closet. Those things were all he had left of her, and he held onto them as if the mundane items were the most precious things on Earth.
    "Is the Vampire Council still hunting those two?" Opal changed the subject.
    "I believe they're on the wanted list, but they've had no sightings either, so these two are dead or far underground. Wlodek agreed to let us know if they were found and eliminated."
    "I think they left Austin the minute Bree disappeared. I just can't figure out how the two things might be connected."
    "It is strange, I agree," Bill nodded. "I'm just concerned that we still may have two outlaw vampires on the loose, waiting for who knows what to happen before they start killing again."
    * * *
    Breanne's Journal
    I waited in line at the small deli a mile from my house. The salesclerk, brown-haired, blue-eyed, pretty enough and wearing a nametag proclaiming her Janine , moved slowly at best, and her disinterest tried my resolve not to read her. The only reason I came to this particular shop for lunch was for their freshly made potato and leek soup.
    "I'd like four servings of the potato soup to go, please," I said when I finally made my way to the counter.
    "I can't do that. We only have two servings left," Janine sniffed.
    "Then I'll take what you have," I said as politely as I could. I intended to make several meals out of what I was getting.
    "It may be only one-and-a-half," Janine lifted the lid from the soup warmer with a metallic clatter.
    "I'll take that, then. Charge me for two servings anyway," I said. Honestly, I'd waited in line for twenty minutes and now Janine wanted to annoy me.
    "All right, I'll charge you for two," Janine fiddled with keys at the register. I handed her a twenty, she handed me bills and coins back and went to dip the soup.
    "Can we move a little faster?" the man behind me demanded.
    "You want to come back here and help?" Janine snapped before knocking the container holding my soup off the counter and snarling angrily at the man.
    I stared at the mess that was meant to be my lunch, which I'd already paid for. Well, it was the way my life was destined to be. Without a word, I turned and walked out of the deli while Janine and the man began a shouting match.
    * * *
    While I ate a peanut butter sandwich later, I switched on the news. A microphone was shoved in Hank's face and I blinked at him in shock. He was angry—extremely so—and not just with the reporter—I could tell by his words.
    "Yes, my assistant manager didn't show up for work last night. I called the police because John is always on time and never misses a shift. I am only discovering now, through you, that his body was found near the wharf an hour ago."
    "The police didn't call you?" The reporter—a young woman—feigned surprise.
    "No. I assume they notified John's family first. How did you learn of the murder?"
    "Through ah, well, the usual channels," she stuttered. I figured she'd gotten information through a source or listened in on police communications.
    "You probably shouldn't mess with Hank right now," I spoke to the