“And Mr. Sounder knew you two were writing letters?” Keith pulled out his notebook.

“Yes, of course. Janice had a very traditional concubine relationship. She keeps nothing from her master.” DuPree seemed displeased as he said this.

“Do you think her master had a problem with her writing to another vampire?” Gunther asked.

“No, I don’t think so. I don’t think she would have written to me if he had.” DuPree paused, alarm rising up through his expression. “What do you mean by ‘had a problem’? Why are you speaking in the past tense? Has something happened to her?” DuPree started forward toward Gunther, then recoiled slightly as he remembered that Keith was also present.

“I’m sorry to inform you that Janice Sounder has been killed,” Gunther said.

“Was it Sounder?” DuPree asked.

“We’re looking at a variety of suspects. Why would you think it was Sounder?” Keith kept his voice very neutral. He had perceived that, though he was more comfortable playing the heavy with Gunther taking the more sympathetic angle, DuPree truly was experiencing a tremendous degree of distress. He didn’t want to shut the vampire down with ham-fisted tough guy talk, no matter how easily it came to him.

“Because Janice and I had planned to leave this realm together. Surely you must know. I’ve filed all the paperwork. Oh, Janice…” DuPree crumpled down to the sofa facing them. A thin red tear trickled down his gaunt cheek. “She didn’t even have a chance to file her papers, did she?”

“No record of a petition exists as far as we know.” Gunther rose and handed DuPree a handkerchief. “When you said you and she were kindred spirits, what did you mean, exactly?”

“We were born into the same cult. Polygamists, you know. That’s why we were all exiled here. I had thought that that was common knowledge.”

“Not as common as you might think,” Gunther said.

“So you have concubines as well?” Keith was a little at sea. How could this information not have been covered in basic training? Then again, there was so much information—so many realms. Realms upon realms upon realms, all stacked atop one another, existing at once in layers.

DuPree sniffed and wiped his eyes, leaving Gunther’s handkerchief streaked with blood. “No, I came as a concubine to my mistress.”

“And where is she?”

“Gone. Burned along with my two brother concubines. It’s why I’m so afraid of humans, you see?” DuPree spoke to Gunther. “I’ve seen such horrible things. And the mass media just reinforces all stereotypes about us. Encourages our murder.”

“Mass media doesn’t cover actual vampire deaths,” Keith remarked before he realized how callous his statement sounded.

“Have you seen a vampire movie?” DuPree demanded. “They’re horribly violent. Full of wooden stakes and decapitations.” DuPree choked on his last words. A sob escaped him.

Keith felt his sympathy for DuPree unexpectedly rising. Was it actually possible that Janice Sounder’s death had been merely a case of spousal abuse? Much more gently he asked, “Do you think that Sounder would kill Janice for leaving him?”

“Why not? She was his property, wasn’t she? In his mind anyway. In her mind too, at first. But after living among humans for so long, Janice had started to have her own ambitions. She had decided to write her own mystery novel. I thought she had tremendous potential. When we returned to our own world we were going to write together.”

Keith was momentarily too stunned by the idea that the vampire realm had a publishing industry to think of a follow-up question. Gunther saved him.

“Do you think we could read part of Janice’s novel?”

DuPree shook his head. “She had only just started writing it. She’d written only short stories before—mostly about farm life and rearing goats. But those killings in Portland had given her inspiration. She was asking me a lot of questions about how the police investigate crimes. I didn’t know the answers, of course, because I write only romance. I believe in love, you know.”

Keith exchanged a glance with Gunther.

“Were you in love with Janice?” Gunther asked.

“Yes, oh yes.” He broke off again, sobbing.

“What do you think happened to her?” Keith asked.

“I think that Sounder found out that she planned to leave and…” DuPree said, lifting his face from Gunther’s now-scarlet handkerchief, “and he burned her. That’s what happened to her, isn’t it? That’s how masters punish disloyal concubines. And it’s never investigated.”

“We’re investigating it now,” Gunther said.

“But you’ll never prove it,” DuPree said. “How could you? There won’t be any evidence. Like those poor girls who get drowned in Saudi Arabia or honor killings of rape victims in Pakistan. No one cares what happens to concubines. One less vampire—that’s all anyone ever thinks.”

Gunther stood. “I assure you, Mr. DuPree, that we will see this investigation to its conclusion. In the meantime, I’m afraid we will need you to remain here in Idaho.”

“Do you really think I am a suspect? I haven’t left this house in two decades.”

“No,” Keith said quickly, causing DuPree to start. “But if Sounder is behind it, we will need your testimony.”

“Please…I just want to leave this place. Meeting Janice, I finally had the courage to try and start again. Even if…” DuPree took a deep shuddering breath, but then recovered. “Even if Janice won’t be with me physically, she’ll be with me as the beautiful, shining spirit that she was.”

Keith said, “We’ll be in touch.”

Once back they were back en route to the airport, Keith said, “That was not what I expected to happen.”

Gunther shrugged. “As it turns out, not everything is about food.”

Pushing through a profound sense of déjà vu, Keith returned, “It is to me. Plainly, Janice’s interest in the Cannibal Killings could not have been coincidental. Coincidences don’t leave combusted vampires behind.”

“Agreed. We need to pay Sounder another visit. Even if he’s not connected to the Cannibal Killings, he’s certainly the number one suspect in Janice’s death.”

“Then we’re officially calling Janice’s death a murder?” Keith didn’t even know how to begin to file the paperwork on that one. Who would investigate? NIAD, he supposed.

“Vampiric concubines are citizens like anyone else, right?” Gunther’s phone rang. He answered and after a perfunctory conversation turned to Keith and said, “They found bones from the club booker’s body. Same MO as before.”

“And?” Even without the déjà vu Keith knew there had to be an and.

“They found them in our friendly rocker kook Lancelot’s garbage. He’s being held at the NIAD detention center.”

Chapter Ten

On the way to the NIAD detention center the next morning, Keith picked up a copy of the Willamette Weekly. He did this as a matter of reflex. Weekly papers often gave a better snapshot of the restaurant and bar scene in an area than anything else did. Not that he was sure this case even had to do with food anymore. Janice Sounder’s death, at least, appeared to be a jealous master vampire disciplining his concubine.

As a matter of course, they’d ordered a search of Azalea Point Creamery and the Sounder residence. The homicide team was there now, going over the joint with spectrometers and witches. At last report, Sounder and his remaining concubine were both cooperative, but then he didn’t have much choice but to be cooperative while the sun shone.

Gunther drove while Keith leafed through the paper. Among the usual local political rants, cult cartoons, and ads for escort services, he found the food column.

“This is interesting,” he said.

“What?”

“This food critic is talking about the Bauer & Bullock closure. He’s missing the cookies.”

“I can see why. They’re great cookies,” Gunther remarked. “Rake’s going to be brokenhearted when he learns he’s had his last box.”