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

It grabbed Cole’s shoulders and threw him off, straightening to a full, menacing height that put him on a par with Brady. Cole twisted in midair to land on his feet, directly between Brady’s line of fire and the female vampire.


“You shouldn’t have come back,” Cole said.


“Who says we left?” the girl returned. She leaped to her feet with a grace that belied her size. “You’re the idiot who thought poking your nose around where it’s not wanted was such a great idea.”


“What the hell is going on?” Brady demanded. He stepped to the side to clear his trajectory, but neither of the two newcomers seemed fazed by his weapon.


Cole didn’t bother looking at him. He quivered in the moonlight, like a dog straining at a leash that had held him back for too long. “Get out of here.”


He could’ve been speaking to either the vampires or Brady. The female was the one to respond.


Chapter 17