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gargled with gravel. For all I knew, he did. Would be fitting, some sort of tough guy thing.
    “If you keep scowling, your face is going to freeze that way,” I muttered.
    A hint of a smile touched his face, and he let out a long breath. “You scared us there for a minute.”
    I snorted. Yeah, the day I scared Mason Sanderson was the day I could…well something equally unlikely—like pigs would fly.
    “What do you remember?”
    I glanced around, taking in my surroundings, the oddness of the situation finally hitting me. I was lying on a hospital bed, in what looked like the ER at county. How had I gotten here? My mind whirred, trying to come up with an explanation, a memory.
    “You were in the evidence locker,” Mason said, his voice soft, encouraging.
    “Yeah. Crap. I remember. I went in to look at the coin. Wanted to see if I could get anything off it before you guys wrestled the case away from Vasquez.”
    Mason ignored my jibe. “Talk me through it.”
    “I got there the same time as Jarvis—oh, Jarvis.” I hadn’t even thought of the imp. Great person I was. “How is he? And the other officer?”
    “Everyone is fine,” Mason said impatiently. “Keep talking.”
    The more certain of my health he was, the bossier he seemed to get. I frowned. “Jarvis and I went in. I decided—” To tell or not to tell Mason that I’d decided to remove the coin from the bag? No. Lying about it would be wrong. Besides, Jarvis had probably already ratted me out. “I decided to take the coin out of the evidence bag.”
    “Why?” Mason betrayed none of his feelings in his tone.
    “Because I wanted to see if I could get a signature on it, see if I could use it to identify the vampire it belonged to,” I said.
    “And did you? Get a read on the coin?”
    “I didn’t get a chance to touch it. I started to pull it from the bag, and that’s when I heard a loud noise. A popping sound. But…”
    Mason watched me, finally raising his eyebrows and nodding slowly for me to continue.
    “I did feel something else on the coin, even through the bag. Not vampiric.” I shook my head and puzzled over what I could remember of the sensation. “It was similar to how a witch would feel, but off somehow. Or maybe it just felt off because it was in the bag, I don’t know.”
    “The sound you heard, was it a gunshot?”
    “No. Sounded more like a firecracker. Were Jarvis and the other officer knocked unconscious too?”
    He leaned back in his chair. “Yes. And the power went out in the building—also in a couple of buildings nearby.”
    “Disabling the cameras,” I said. Crap. Just like the casino.
    “Yes. How are you feeling?”
    That was a good question. I swallowed and touched a sore spot on my head. “I’m fine,” I said. And I was. Not like a headache and a scratchy throat mattered much in the grand scheme of things.
    “You want to take a little ride with me?”
    Oh hell, did I ever. I met his gaze, searching for a glimmer of amusement, but saw only his intense eyes that never failed to make my stomach clench and my mouth water. “Sure,” I managed.
    The sun had barely peeked out onto the city when we left the hospital. It felt like days had passed, but I must have been only unconscious for an hour, at the most. I wasn’t entirely surprised when we pulled up to the morgue.
    “Is this guy even going to be out of the bag yet?”
    “Killed on the Magister’s property in such a public way? They probably called in Martinson.”
    I took a long drink from the bottle of water Mason had produced for me on our way out of the hospital. Then I followed Mason into the building.
    They had, in fact, called in Dr. Martinson. And he looked every bit as unhappy to be called in at dawn as any nine-to-fiver could look.
    “What do we got, Doc?” Mason asked as soon as we reached the room where autopsies were conducted. Dr. Martinson stood next to a table, notebook in hand and autopsy gear still covering his undoubtedly nice slacks