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to make sure this case gets solved quickly,” Marco decided, patting Dana sympathetically on the arm. 
    “I’m sure Ramirez is on it,” I said.  In fact, he’d been so on it that he’d come home only to change clothes and slip back out into the night again.  A fact that had left me mildly disappointed, as I’d kinda hoped we could do a little under-the-covers making up after the not-so-fabulous encounter at Crush.  Unfortunately, as I well knew when Ramirez had a case, he had a one track mind.  Sleep, food, and wife fell out of the equation faster than you could say “homicide.”
    But Marco shook his head.  “Sure, he’s all over the fingerprints and DNA and witnesses.  But what about the vampire angle?  Is Ramirez really investigating that?”
    I bit my lip.  Not likely.  In fact, he seemed pretty defiant that there was no angle. “I’m not sure he’s really convinced about the vampire thing…”
    “Right,” Marco said.  “But you said so yourself that someone went through some trouble to make it look like a vampire death.  I’d say that makes it a pretty relevant angle.”
    I had to admit, I agreed.
    “And who better,” Marco went on, “to track down a vampire killer than us?  I mean, how many times have you seen Moonlight ?”
    “Seven,” I admitted.  “This week.”
    He turned to Dana. “You?”
    “Way too many,” she answered rolling her eyes.
    “I rest my case,” Marco said.  “We are totally vampire experts.”
    “Well, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to ask a few questions…” I hedged.
    Famous last words. 
    Marco squealed and clapped his hands.  “Ohmigod, I’ve got the perfect pink trench coat for vampire slaying.  I’ve always wanted to go Buffy all over some evil undead hottie!”
    I rolled my eyes.  I hoped for all our sakes that Ramirez was making more headway.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
    Marco made himself a cup of real coffee while I took a shower, did a quick blow dry, mascara swipe and lipgloss application.  Then I tried to wedge myself into a cute pink top and my favorite pair of jeans.  Which almost fit.  If I looped a rubber band through the button hole and around the button.  But the top was a no-go.  My belly stuck out beneath the hem like a giant white bowling ball.  I conceded defeat and grabbed a long, skinny-tank to layer beneath it.  Then I thrust my feet into a pair of sequined wedges from my summer collection.
    “Okay, so where do we start?” I asked as we all piled into Dana’s red Mustang. 
    “Um, duh, clearly looking for a vampire,” Marco said.
    I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at him from the backseat.
    “Hey, are you rolling your eyes at me?”
    Okay, I almost resisted.  “Look, we can’t just roam the streets looking for some guy with fangs.  We need a real plan.”
    “Well, what about the friend?” Dana asked.  “The girl Alexa was at Crush with.  I think we should talk to her.”
    I nodded.  “Perfect.  Let’s go back to Crush.  Maybe someone there knows who she is and where we can find her.”
     
    *  *  *
     
    Hollywood was quieter at this time of day, mostly filled with tourists and sightseers as opposed to the club crowd from yesterday.  The outside of Crush looked a lot less interesting in the daylight – the steel grey door a nondescript opening, the sign above it dark, though the door was unlocked as we pushed through it.
    While the swarm of police officers was gone, a few crime scene techs still lingered, dusting down tables and doorframes for fingerprints.  I hated to break it to them, but they were going to find about a million of them on every surface.  If this was the process of elimination the cops were employing, I had to agree with Marco that we had a fighting shot at catching the killer first.
    To the right, the glass bar looked duller and decidedly more sticky than it had last night, a lone bartender standing behind it drying glasses with a white towel.  He looked up as we