Chapter 30

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Body number ten is discovered a block away from your apartment. Shoved in a Dumpster. Bloodless. Someone that looks like you. About your age. Your twin. Your brother. Someone you love.

Roberts questions your connection to the body. How you know the victim. How close you are to the victim. How you—

“I’m sorry I have to put you through this. I’m only trying to do my job. I understand your loss.”

“There’s a group,” you sob. “An underground cult of vampires. Damon Allister is a member. You should check into that.”

Roberts still likes you. Shakes your hand. Holds your hand longer than a handshake should be. Officer Roberts has always liked you.

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Killer. Murderer. Vampire of the night. Devil. Damon the demon. You blast him, “Ten people have died because of your little group of bloodsuckers, including my brother! How do you feel about that?”

“You’re mistaken. It wasn’t us. We don’t obtain food that way.”

“Everything points to you.”