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vampire could mate with a mortal male, and produce a child.”
    Hilary Garner’s pencil lead snapped off. The sound drew Fuller’s cold eyes, and he scowled at her. “Try and keep up, Garner. We’ll need these notes.”
    â€œYes, sir.” She blinked the horror from her eyes, and went to the desk for a fresh pencil. She’d only recently been promoted to this position, executive secretary to Weston Fuller. It came with a huge bonus in pay, terrific hours…and some frightening, sickening revelations as to what this organization was truly about.
    She hadn’t believed her friend and co-worker Tamara Dey, all those years ago, when she’d tried to warn her. She hadn’t seen anything to indicate that what Tamara had said was true. The kidnappings, the torture, the murders.
    Hilary paused there, staring down at her reflection in the solid silver pencil holder on Fuller’s expensive desk. Caramel skin, and wide brown eyes with a few crow’s-feet at the corners stared back at her, and her reflection whispered, “What the hell are you doing here?”
    â€œHurry it up, Garner. I haven’t got all day.”
    Clearing her throat, Hilary snatched a pencil from the holder and hurried back to her seat beside Chief Fuller.
    â€œNow then,” he began, still addressing Rose Sversky, who looked far too sweet and far too old to be involved in a covert government agency. But she was involved. Up to her bushy white eyebrows. She was the world’s top—and, Hilary thought, likely the world’s only —forensic pathologist specializing in the examination of the remains of vampires. But Fuller was still speaking and Hilary was supposed to be paying attention.
    â€œSuppose one of these females were to mate with a mortal who carried the antigen? What would the results be?”
    Rose shrugged. “A baby, I imagine.” She winked, and an uneasy chuckle went around the table.
    â€œYes, but what kind of baby?” Fuller looked around the room, eyeing each high-ranking agent at the conference table one by one. “Don’t you see what I’m getting at here? Should these creatures find a way to reproduce, we’d be outnumbered within a few years.”
    â€œSo what are you suggesting we do about it?” Every eye turned to Hilary when she blurted the question. Hell, she wasn’t supposed to have any input at all here. Just sit quietly and take notes while the big boys made their plans. Rose was the only female at the table besides Hilary, and she was only there because they couldn’t get by without her.
    Wes Fuller leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms over his chest and looked at her as if he were awaiting an apology. Hilary sat up a little straighter, looking him dead in the eye, and not giving him one.
    The tension stretched to the breaking point, and finally he came forward, slapping his palms on the tabletop and leaning toward her. “What we’re going to do about it, Miss Garner, is find out.”
    â€œF-find out…?”
    â€œFind out what the results of such a mating would be. Research, Garner. That’s what we do here.” He nodded to Stiles, returning to his former comfortable, almost lounging position in his chair as he made life-and-death decisions as though he were ordering lunch. “We have the frozen samples from Jameson Bryant, and you say they’re fertile?”
    â€œYes, sir.”
    â€œGood.” Then he turned his attention to Whaley, the eastern regional operative coordinator. “We’ll need a female, newly changed over. Preferably close by so we don’t run into trouble getting her here.”
    Whaley nodded once, sharply. “I’ll put every operative in the area on alert. We’ll have a subject within the week.”
    â€œGood.” Fuller smiled grimly, then glanced into Hilary’s eyes, making her feel dirty inside. “You have any sort of problem with