become a target."
"I assumed that's why you didn't call me by name with Franco."
"Franco?" Tyler looked back and forth. "What are you talking about?"
I told him about my interrogation of the vampire.
"Well, sounds like you're becoming a supernatural detective." He looked at George. "I don't like knowing she was exposed to a dangerous vampire."
"Do you really think I could be in danger surrounded by Templars?" I gave him an exasperated look.
Tyler deflated. "I'm sorry. I love you, Em, and I don't want to lose you."
I suddenly felt awful.
George piled on. "It is a valid consideration, Miss Glass."
I threw up my hands. "Well, I'm sorry for pretending I'm a grown up."
Tyler chuckled.
George went to the balcony and returned with a slick shiny body bag. "If you'd be so kind, Mr. Rock."
The two of them lifted the corpse while I placed the body bag beneath it.
I heard a ding and looked toward the front door. It still hung ajar from Tyler's abrupt entrance. "Good lord, someone's coming up the lift!"
George quickly grabbed the body bag and took it outside. Tyler grabbed a nearby rug and dropped it over the puddle of blood on the floor. I rushed toward the entrance just as the lift doors slid open to reveal a police officer.
"May I help you?" I asked him.
He nodded in greeting. "Ma'am, we received reports of gunshots from several people downstairs. I just wanted to come up here and make sure everything was okay."
"Gunshots?" I pressed a hand to my heart. "I thought that noise was fireworks or something from outside."
He took out a notepad. "Describe what you heard."
"Well, I heard a loud popping noise. You don't know where it came from?"
"There are thirty tenants in the units on the floor below and I have a lot of people to interview." He shrugged. "If you hear anything else, let me know."
Tyler came out of the kitchen with a drink in his hand. "I'm sorry, did someone say something about gunshots?"
The officer's radio hissed and someone spoke. "One eighty-two officer on the scene?"
He turned away and spoke into the mic. "One eighty-five Rogers."
"Ten twelve."
"That's a negative."
The other voice spoke again. "Ten twelve."
The officer sighed and turned around. "One of our detectives is on the way and wants to ask a few questions."
My stomach went cold as ice. "A detective?"
He nodded. "Standard procedure for a gunshot report. I'm sure he wants to speak to you now instead of disturbing you again."
Less than five minutes later, the lift dinged and a short thin man with a balding head stepped into the foyer. "I've got this, Rogers."
The police officer nodded. "Want me to continue asking around on the other floors?"
"Yeah, you do that." The man turned to Tyler. "I'm Detective Long." He took out a notepad. "Mind if I have a look around?"
"A look around for what?" Tyler asked.
"For any evidence of a fired weapon."
Tyler's forehead wrinkled. "Do you plan to search every condo in this building?"
"I intend to do what's necessary to make sure nobody was injured by a bullet." The detective tried to enter the door, but Tyler stood in his way. "I'm sorry, but we're just about to sit down for dinner, and I really don't want to deal with this right now. We already gave your officer a statement."
"I'm afraid you'll have to let me in," Long said.
"Oh, you have a warrant?" Tyler took a sip of his drink and grinned at the other man's silence. "No, you don't. Now, if you'll kindly stop harassing us, we're going to eat." He nodded. "Good evening, Detective."
The other man glared at him, but didn't try to force the issue again.
Tyler closed the door in his face and listened until the lift dinged. He blew out a breath. "What in the hell was that about?"
"It was like he knew we were guilty of something," I said. "I mean, technically, we were, but still…"
"Yeah. I hope he's not really an undercover Exorcist."
I touched the amulet hanging over his chest. "My parents said they couldn't track you with this on."
He rubbed
"I assumed that's why you didn't call me by name with Franco."
"Franco?" Tyler looked back and forth. "What are you talking about?"
I told him about my interrogation of the vampire.
"Well, sounds like you're becoming a supernatural detective." He looked at George. "I don't like knowing she was exposed to a dangerous vampire."
"Do you really think I could be in danger surrounded by Templars?" I gave him an exasperated look.
Tyler deflated. "I'm sorry. I love you, Em, and I don't want to lose you."
I suddenly felt awful.
George piled on. "It is a valid consideration, Miss Glass."
I threw up my hands. "Well, I'm sorry for pretending I'm a grown up."
Tyler chuckled.
George went to the balcony and returned with a slick shiny body bag. "If you'd be so kind, Mr. Rock."
The two of them lifted the corpse while I placed the body bag beneath it.
I heard a ding and looked toward the front door. It still hung ajar from Tyler's abrupt entrance. "Good lord, someone's coming up the lift!"
George quickly grabbed the body bag and took it outside. Tyler grabbed a nearby rug and dropped it over the puddle of blood on the floor. I rushed toward the entrance just as the lift doors slid open to reveal a police officer.
"May I help you?" I asked him.
He nodded in greeting. "Ma'am, we received reports of gunshots from several people downstairs. I just wanted to come up here and make sure everything was okay."
"Gunshots?" I pressed a hand to my heart. "I thought that noise was fireworks or something from outside."
He took out a notepad. "Describe what you heard."
"Well, I heard a loud popping noise. You don't know where it came from?"
"There are thirty tenants in the units on the floor below and I have a lot of people to interview." He shrugged. "If you hear anything else, let me know."
Tyler came out of the kitchen with a drink in his hand. "I'm sorry, did someone say something about gunshots?"
The officer's radio hissed and someone spoke. "One eighty-two officer on the scene?"
He turned away and spoke into the mic. "One eighty-five Rogers."
"Ten twelve."
"That's a negative."
The other voice spoke again. "Ten twelve."
The officer sighed and turned around. "One of our detectives is on the way and wants to ask a few questions."
My stomach went cold as ice. "A detective?"
He nodded. "Standard procedure for a gunshot report. I'm sure he wants to speak to you now instead of disturbing you again."
Less than five minutes later, the lift dinged and a short thin man with a balding head stepped into the foyer. "I've got this, Rogers."
The police officer nodded. "Want me to continue asking around on the other floors?"
"Yeah, you do that." The man turned to Tyler. "I'm Detective Long." He took out a notepad. "Mind if I have a look around?"
"A look around for what?" Tyler asked.
"For any evidence of a fired weapon."
Tyler's forehead wrinkled. "Do you plan to search every condo in this building?"
"I intend to do what's necessary to make sure nobody was injured by a bullet." The detective tried to enter the door, but Tyler stood in his way. "I'm sorry, but we're just about to sit down for dinner, and I really don't want to deal with this right now. We already gave your officer a statement."
"I'm afraid you'll have to let me in," Long said.
"Oh, you have a warrant?" Tyler took a sip of his drink and grinned at the other man's silence. "No, you don't. Now, if you'll kindly stop harassing us, we're going to eat." He nodded. "Good evening, Detective."
The other man glared at him, but didn't try to force the issue again.
Tyler closed the door in his face and listened until the lift dinged. He blew out a breath. "What in the hell was that about?"
"It was like he knew we were guilty of something," I said. "I mean, technically, we were, but still…"
"Yeah. I hope he's not really an undercover Exorcist."
I touched the amulet hanging over his chest. "My parents said they couldn't track you with this on."
He rubbed
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