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enough blood in him to cause lividity marks. Whoever had murdered him had
drained him completely. Good to the last drop? I fought the urge to smile and
lost. If you spend a lot of time staring at corpses, you get a peculiar sense
of humor. You have to, or you will go stark raving mad.
тАЬWhatтАЩs so funny?тАЭ a voice asked.
I jumped and whirled. тАЬGod, Zerbrowski, donтАЩt sneak up on me like that.тАЭ
тАЬIs the heap big vampire slayer jumping at shadows?тАЭ He grinned at me. His
unruly brown hair stuck up in three separate tufts like heтАЩd forgotten to comb
it. His tie was at half-mast over a pale blue shirt that looked suspiciously
like a pajama top. The brown suit jacket and pants clashed with the top.
тАЬNice pajamas.тАЭ
He shrugged. тАЬIтАЩve got a pair with little choo-choos on them. Katie thinks
theyтАЩre sexy.тАЭ
тАЬYour wife got a thing for trains?тАЭ I asked.
His grin widened. тАЬIf IтАЩm wearing тАШem.тАЭ
I shook my head. тАЬI knew you were perverted, Zerbrowski, but little kidsтАЩ
jammies, thatтАЩs truly sick.тАЭ
тАЬThank you.тАЭ He glanced down at the body, still smiling. The smile faded.
тАЬWhat do you think of this?тАЭ He nodded towards the dead man.
тАЬWhereтАЩs Dolph?тАЭ
тАЬIn the house with the lady who found the body.тАЭ He plunged his hands into
the pockets of his pants and rocked on his heels. тАЬSheтАЩs taking it pretty
hard. Probably the first corpse sheтАЩs seen outside of a funeral.тАЭ
тАЬThatтАЩs the way most normal folks see dead people, Zerbrowski.тАЭ
He rocked forward hard on the balls of his feet, coming to a standstill.
тАЬWouldnтАЩt it be nice to be normal?тАЭ
тАЬSometimes,тАЭ I said.
He grinned. тАЬYeah, I know what you mean.тАЭ He got a notebook out of his
jacket pocket that looked as if someone had crumbled it in their fist.
тАЬGeez, Zerbrowski.тАЭ
тАЬHey, itтАЩs still paper.тАЭ He tried smoothing the notebook flat, but finally
gave up. He posed, pen over the wrinkled paper. тАЬEnlighten me, oh
preternatural expert.тАЭ
тАЬAm I going to have to repeat this to Dolph? IтАЩd like to just do this once
and go home to bed.тАЭ
тАЬHey, me too. Why do you think IтАЩm wearing my jammies?тАЭ
тАЬI just thought it was a daring fashion statement.тАЭ He looked at me.
тАЬMm-huh.тАЭ
Dolph walked out of the house. The door looked too small to hold him. HeтАЩs
six-nine and built bulky like a wrestler. His black hair was buzzed close to
his head, leaving his ears stranded on either side of his face. But Dolph
didnтАЩt care much for fashion. His tie was tight against the collar of his
white dress shirt. He had to have been pulled out of bed just like Zerbrowski,
but he looked neat and tidy and businesslike. It never mattered what hour you
called Dolph, he was always ready to do his job. A professional cop down to
his socks.
So why was Dolph heading up the most unpopular special task force in St.
Louis? Punishment for something, that much I was sure of, but IтАЩd never asked
what. I probably never would. It was his business. If he wanted me to know,
heтАЩd tell me.