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night.”
    “And who exactly was killed?”
    “Not who, what . A vampire was decapitated.”
    “A vampire?” His eyes narrowed in disbelief, and I hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.
    “Yeah. According to our witness, the vamp came running into the bar followed closely by a Pavel demon, and they started to fight.”
    He sat up straighter. “Let me see if I have this right. You’re telling me a real vampire…and a what?”
    “Pavel demon.”
    “A real vampire and a Pavel demon got in a fight at one of the most popular bars in the city and no one reported it?”
    “That’s exactly what I’m telling you.”
    “How is that even possible?”
    I had to hand it to him; he hadn’t a) called me crazy, b) run from the room, or c) wet his pants. Yet. “I know this is hard to believe, but there are really things that go bump in the night. They exist. Vampires, demons, shifters, they’re all real.”
    He waved his hand dismissively. “No, I know about the supernatural. What I’m asking is how did you cover it up?”
    I stared at him. Well, dang. Didn’t that just sink my battleship? “How do you know about supes?”
    “Who do you think helps Captain Morrison come up with cover stories when something supernatural occurs? After one too many incidents, I asked enough questions to make the captain nervous. He filled me in on what he knows.”
    I scowled. “Who else has he been talking to about us?”
    “No one I know of. I know about the supes, as you call them, but he didn’t tell me about your agency, or what you do. Which brings me back to the question of how you covered up the murder?”
    “I’m a Mind Sweeper.”
    “Isn’t that a game on your computer with the grid and little bombs?”
    “That’s Minesweeper. I’m a Min-duh Sweeper.” Okay, it was a good thing he was cute, since he was not Mensa material. “I have the ability to wipe people’s memories and replace them with new ones.”
    “Are you human?”
    Wasn’t that the question of the century? He didn’t waste any time getting right to the point. “I’m human, but for some reason I’ve been given this ability.”
    And I waited for the look . The one I always got when someone realized I wasn’t “normal.” It was similar to the look you get from people when you have a giant pimple on your forehead and they try not to stare at it, which makes the situation even more awkward.
    Surprisingly, he kept looking me straight in the eye and didn’t appear fazed by my announcement. “What about your teammates. What are they?”
    I released the breath I had been holding. “Jean Luc is a vampire and Misha’s a Shamat demon.”
    He paused before continuing, “Does Dolly know about you?”
    I laughed. “Oh, yeah. Dolly’s a shifter. She can sniff out supernatural a mile away. That’s why she works the front desk. She screens the clients and dissuades norms from trying to hire us.”
    “Norms?”
    “Sorry, short for normals or humans.”
    “Well…okay.” He leaned back from the desk and took a deep breath. “So you were at the bar and wiped everyone’s memories so they don’t remember seeing a demon kill a vampire?”
    “Yep. Except it wasn’t a demon that killed the vampire. It was an angel.”
    He stood up. “Excuse me. Did you just say an angel killed him? How?”
    “He pulled out a sword and whacked his head off.”
    He paled, making his turquoise eyes stand out even more. I had finally gotten to him.
    “What did the angel look like?” he asked.
    That question threw me. “I don’t know. They don’t have wings, if that’s what you mean.”
    “Didn’t you say there was a witness?”
    “Yes, a shifter.”
    “And this shifter didn’t give you a description of the angel?” he pushed.
    “We didn’t think to ask. It’s not like we can go to heaven and arrest him, now, can we?”
    “We need to question this witness again.”
    A nervous tickle grew in my chest. “That could be a problem. I, ahhh…scrubbed his