By Donald Harstad
CODE sixty one: retain radio silence. a person can be listening.Investigating the obvious suicide of a colleague’s niece, Iowa Deputy Sheriff Carl Houseman is startled to discover a gaggle that transforms the darkish fantasies of vampire legend into grisly fact: they ritualistically drink small quantities of 1 another’s blood. As Carl is drawn deeper into this unnerving international, it turns into transparent that the lifeless girl can have been the sufferer of a twenty-first-century Dracula.The leading suspect, Dan Peale, is a sinister presence in the group--a guy a few say beverages blood and not, ever dies. It’s an outlandish, heinous idea, yet then suspicions are reinforced by means of rumors of a card-carrying vampire hunter who's additionally pursuing Peale. All too quickly, Houseman unearths himself scrambling to trace a vampire--before he kills back.
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For her protection, Alicia traveled between Byng and me. Also for her protection, I went first. I felt it was better to look silly as I crawled backward to the ladder than to fall on her. I kept my eyes fixed on her bare feet as we came down. The rungs of the iron ladder were octagonal, and I kept thinking about how much that must hurt anybody without shoes. I must have distracted myself just enough, because my right foot striking the deck jarred me. I went into her apartment first, then her, then Byng.
Just as well. I really wanted to be on that roof. Anywhere but that ladder. I went up two more steps, my eyes cleared the roof edge. I leaned forward and stepped and found myself on hands and knees on the roof. I crawled about three feet, just to get away from the edge, and then got to my feet. I could see a light-colored figure half crouched behind a skylight. “Deputy Sheriff,” I said. ” came the reply. I heard Byng on the roof behind me. ” I asked, moving toward her. “I don't know,” she said in a fairly conversational tone.
I agree,” said Harry. ” He reached up and patted me on the shoulder. ” It was quiet for another few seconds. “You know, though,” I said, “if you wanted to make somebody think you'd done it with teeth … ” Harry chuckled. ” “Well, no. Although I sure as hell didn't see any rocks in any of the photos that could have dented his head like that. But … ” “I know what ya mean, Carl,” he said. ” He snorted. “Vampire. ” “I'll tell you what,” I said. ” “That makes sense,” said Harry. He straightened up. “So, Carl, did I lie or what?
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