Journey seemed poured into a leather armchair, torso folded forward, face downcast over arms and legs limp as wet clay. Tiny bubbles of fear and despair rippled through his aura.

"I can't believe you did this," he kept saying, his voice weakening with each repetition.

Lara sank to her knees before him and clasped his hands. "You told me they were going to take your church away. You said they were out to ruin you. Cragnow. Niphe. Venin. Paxton. So I had to stop them."

"But not like this. Don't you realize what you've done? You've dragged me off the cliff with you."

Not just off a cliff but down a deep hole.

"There's no cliff, my darling. We can run. We have your money. We have time."

Better take his car, then. What's left of Niphe's Beemer wouldn't get you to the freeway. I stayed in the shadows of the dining room. Stalking them like a wolf, I halted and waited beside an end table.

"There is no time." He let go of her hands and curled his fingers into fists. A wave of fresh determination pulsed through his aura. "There's only one way to save myself."

Lara set her hands on his knees and sat back on her heels. "What's that, my darling?"

Journey pushed her hands away and stood. "I have to turn you in."

Tendrils of distress flailed through her aura. "You can't. Not if you love me." The words seeped from her throat in soft whispers. "Not after all I've done for you."

"Lara, this is about murder. I have to tell the police. I'd be an accomplice if I didn't. Then there would be two of us in jail."

Lara stared at the carpet. "Jail?" The tendrils of her aura shrank and turned flaccid. "But I did it for you."

"Please, Lara, face reality. You think we can run away from this? Where could we hide? For how long? Turn yourself in, and I promise you the best legal help and psychiatric care. At the very worst, you can plead insanity."

She levered upright. The tendrils stiffened from her aura like quills. "Insanity. Now I'm crazy? Just because I won't let you snitch on me?"

Rage boiled through her aura. "You're no different from anyone else. You only want to betray me, to humiliate me."

The gunshot startled me.

Journey fell into the chair, a shiny, dark stain spreading across the front of his shirt.

His gaze searched the room, as if groping for respite from his pain. His eyes found me and begged for help.

Lara faced me. Her right arm extended to point a small revolver at me.

At this distance, I couldn't hypnotize her. With my nerves primed like this, I wouldn't have a problem dodging her bullets. I could reveal myself as a vampire but better to keep her talking and get her to tell me things I had to know.

Her aura flared with alarm. She fired. I ducked right. She fired again. I ducked left.

Lara stopped shooting. The pistol shook in her trembling hand. Her aura crackled with fear.

Journey clutched for Lara, his bloody fingers curling into a red claw. "Lara."

"Shut up, lover." Lara steadied her aim upon me. "What do you want, Felix Gomez?"

"To tell you I know who murdered Roxy Bronze." I pointed my finger at her.

A new emotion tinted her aura… admiration. "How do you know?"

"Roxy's cell phone records. Your number was the last one. It arrived at one-oh-two in the morning, right about when she had been killed. Kind of a strange time to call and say hello. How did it feel to shoot your sister?"

Lara hesitated. Her fingers adjusted their grip on the revolver. She smiled. "It felt good."

"Why did you do it?"

"Please, Lara." Journey wheezed, blood frothing on his lips and over the hole in his shirt.

"You hush now," she said. "Die quietly."

Cold witch.

"I told you why," Lara said.

"When?"

"The first time we met at the church. Freya, my big famous sister, throwing her talents away while I stumbled behind her. For that she had to die. To erase the shame of being the sister of Roxy Bronze."

"What right did you have to kill her?"

"What right did she have to humiliate me again and again?" Lara's grip tensed on the pistol. "Ask yourself, mister private dick, how is it you pieced together what happened through the phone logs and the cops didn't?"

"Ask them. Did you think you'd get away with her murder?"

"Not at first. After I killed her I expected the worst, but nothing happened." Lara's mouth curled with disgust. "I was amazed how those imbecile cops tripped over one another to not solve the case. The police lied about everything. That's when I realized others wanted her out of the way."

"What about Katz Meow?" I asked. "Your number was also the last on her cell phone record."

"She was my sister's best friend in the porn business. But Katz didn't know who I was. She never saw it coming, the stupid whore. It felt good to shoot her, too."

Journey's hands trembled with the palsy of a man at the brink of death. "Please, Lara darling. Call for help."

"I told you to shut up," she replied, not looking at him. Tendrils circled her head as if she were Medusa.

I asked, "And Cragnow?"

"When I told him I was Roxy's sister and wanted to work for him, he drooled at the possibilities. Turned out he was as stupid as everyone else. I've done this city a favor by killing the whole lot of you scum."

"What happens now? This ends the tidy arrangement you had with your boyfriend the pastor. His stealing from the church. You committing murder." I stepped toward Lara.

Her eyes widened. "You're one of them."

"One of the good guys, you mean?"

"No. You're like Cragnow and his guard. I gave them enough cyanide to poison a team of horses, and even then I had to shoot them. It's those eyes. You, Paxton, and the others are… different."

I smiled and showed her my fangs.

Her aura exploded with shock. She whispered, "You're a monster."

"I prefer vampire."

She fired.

The bullet flew through the space where I had been.

By the time we locked eyes I was close enough to grab her wrists. Her blue eyes dilated into black circles.

Her expression softened. Her arms relaxed, and the revolver fell to the carpet.

Journey's corpse slumped in the armchair. His head lolled to the side, mouth open, foam clumped on his lips like pink toothpaste. His legs relaxed into parentheses. The bloody stain on his shirt gathered along his waist, his aura gone. Too late for the EMTs.

I could kill Lara by fanging, but her blood was too polluted with the wretched evil of her slaughter. She would die another way.

I placed my left hand behind her neck and the other gripped her jaw. Her eyes gazed at mine with innocent warmth.

Compared to the agony I could inflict, what I was about to do should be considered a gift of mercy.

One quick twist to the left. Her upper spine snapped with the sound of a broomstick breaking. The atlas and axis vertebrae tore from the base of her skull and severed the medulla oblongata.

Her aura vanished like a light switched off and just as quickly, her soul went to the great beyond. All motor functions instantly ceased. Lara didn't even twitch. Her lifeless body sagged against my palms.

How had this changed anything? Roxy Bronze was still dead.

I didn't worry about leaving clues. The Araneum would order the vampires remaining with the police to scrub this crime scene of any undead evidence.

After the ordeal I'd been through, I needed to end this case with a warning to my fellow vampires. Cross the Araneum, cross me, and you will be punished. Your death will be a cleansing. And what better medium for cleansing than water?

I hoisted Lara by the wrists and draped her over one shoulder.

I tossed her into the pool outside. Lara floated with her face to the sky, buoyed by the trapped air puffing inside her dress. Lara bobbed in the water, her expression serene, as if enjoying one final warm kiss from the sun. The air escaped her dress with a wet sigh and her shoulders tipped to one side. She rolled to float facedown. Her brown hair surrounded her head like a wispy, weedy crown.