Detective Brady Lindstrom deals in death, and not just because he's a homicide cop with the slaughter of a century to solve. Ten years ago, vampires murdered his lover. Ever since, he's looked over his shoulder, ready for vampires to strike again. Or maybe just the one he loved.<br><br>Exhausted and angry about the needless deaths he has to investigate, Brady worries the killers he's looking for aren't even human. Those fears are compounded by an unexpected visitor, the battered and nearly broken Cole Singer, the lover he'd long ago given up for dead.<br><br>When Cole offers to trade information on the killers in exchange for sanctuary, Brady realizes he doesn't have a choice. It isn't about justice. He simply can't turn his back on the face of the only man he's ever loved. Even if he's a vampire.

Bridge Over Troubled Water

Cole didn’t do anything about it. To do so would destroy what little trust he’d gained. Right now, that was more important than the taste of memories.


“Your shoes are still okay,” Brady was saying as he moved away. The light came on in the kitchen, and the sound of the refrigerator opening and closing filtered out. “Get ‘em on and we’ll head out.”


“How are you going to explain my presence?” he asked as he pulled his shirt back on.


“Nobody else should be around.” Brady came back to the kitchen doorway with an orange in his hands. His fingers worked to peel it as his gaze fixed on Cole. “How did you get here last night? Do you have a car?”


“Yeah, but it’s not here. I left it at a BART station and hopped a train.” He found his shoes lined up neatly at the door. Brady must have done that while he had been in the bath. “I didn’t want anybody following me to realize I was heading for you.”


Chapter 14