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“Sort of.  More like puncture wounds.”
    I narrowed my eyes at him.  “Puncture wounds.  On her neck.  How many?”
    Ramirez cleared his throat.  “Two of them.”
    “Wait,” I said, holding up a hand.  “Are you telling me that she has bite marks on her neck?”
    Ramirez’s mouth took on a pinched look.  “ Puncture wounds.”
    “Holy shazbah, she was killed by a vampire bite?”
    Ramirez shot me a look.  “That’s it.  No more Moonlight for you, Springer.”
    “But you just said she was drained of blood.”
    “She bled out.  I didn’t say she was drained.”
    “And she had bite marks.”
    “ Puncture wounds. And beyond that, I’m waiting for the M.E.’s report before speculating further on how or why the marks are on her neck.  And,” he added giving me a stern look, “I suggest you not speculate either.”
    Right. Only, how could I not?  Pale skin, long black hair, bite marks, and death by blood sucking.  It all added up to one thing as far as I was concerned. 
    Death by vampire. 
     
    *  *  *
     
    “No way!  Skinny Bitch Chick was a vampire?”  Marco gaped at me across my kitchen table the next morning, almost spilling his mug of coffee.
    I shifted in my seat.  “I’m not sure we should continue calling her that now that she’s dead.  And, no, she wasn’t a vampire, she was bitten by a vampire.”
    “Lord have mercy, this is the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me,” Marco said.  “Real life Moonlight hotties walking among us.”  He practically drooled at the thought.
    Dana scoffed.  “Come on.  You don’t really believe the vampire thing, do you?”
    Marco shrugged.  “A boy can dream,” he answered.
    I shook my head. “No, I don’t really believe there are vampires roaming among us.  But here’s the thing: even if there is no such thing as a vampire, someone clearly tried to make it look like she was bitten by a vampire.  Bite marks, blood drained.  Someone either thinks they are a vampire or wants us to think they are.”
    “What do we know about Bit-” Marco paused, catching himself just in time.  “About the victim?” he amended.
    “Her name is Alexa Weston,” I supplied, rattling off the stats I’d dragged out of Ramirez last night.  “She’s twenty-four, lives in Burbank, no record.”
    “You just described half the women in this town,” Marco pointed out, sipping at his cup.  Then he made a face, scrunching his nose and pursing his lips.  “Honey, what is this stuff?” he asked me.
    “Um, coffee?” I answered.
    “You call this coffee?  Mads, my baby bottle had stronger stuff than this in it.”
    “Sorry.  I’m not supposed to have caffeine because of…” I gestured down to The Bump. 
    “So the rest of us have to suffer, too?” Marco whined, pushing his cup away. 
    “Well I just hope,” Dana jumped in, “that Ramirez finds the killer - immortal or otherwise,” she said shooting a look Marco’s way, “quickly, and this can all just go away.  Do you know what this has done to Crush?”
    I shook my head. 
    “Ricky told me that they’re closed until further notice.  They’re losing money like crazy every day that the doors are closed.  Not only that, but a club closes down for a week in this town, and no one will remember it again.”
    Marco waved her off.  “Sure they will.  Someone was killed there.”
    “Great.  I can only imagine what that will do to sales.”
    “It’s Hollywood, honey.  Every vampire wanna-be in town is going to be flocking to it hoping to get the bite,” he argued.
    Dana shot him a look.  “Or it will go under because no investors will have anything to do with it, and there goes Ricky’s slowing down.  He’ll be out of town filming more Moonlight movies.”  She grimaced. “With Ava.”
    “Come on.  She can’t be that bad,” I jumped in.
    “She posed nude for Playboy last week.”
    “I stand corrected.”
    Dana pouted again.
    “Well, then we just need