shrugged, all professional. "By your own statement, and that of the woman you attacked in her apartment—"
"I didn't attack her."
Miller ignored him. "You were on the verge of becoming a feral only last night. You would know the behavior of ferals considering the fight you put up against them, and it must have been some fight, I’ll give you that. Those suckers are tough."
"But as you can see, I'm fine now so obviously I didn't do this." Kyle tapped his finger against the pictures of the dead girl. He looked at them again and cringed before shoving them away from him.
Not a nice way to die.
"That's true, it does appear you are the victim of a curse, which will be looked into, since, as you must know, curses are illegal."
Kyle kept himself from folding his arms since he didn't want to look defensive. "Actually, I wouldn't have known that considering five months ago I never knew any of this existed."
He nearly rolled his eyes at himself. G ood way to not look defensive, idiot .
Detective Miller let out a bored sigh. "Be that as it may, the point is that this woman wasn't killed by the bites, despite how gruesome they look."
Kyle's eyes widened, he leaned a little farther into the table and looked back at the pictures. "Her neck?"
Miller nodded. "Very good."
"But that still doesn't prove anything. I've never even seen this woman before. Why would I want to kill her?"
"Perhaps she refused to help you."
"What?"
Miller leaned against the table and folded fingers together. "C'mon, you can talk to me about this. A man like you, scared, new to everything you're seeing and experiencing must be looking for a way out. Looking for a cure. Isn't that why you broke into Miss Moore's apartment?"
Kyle didn't like where this was going, and it irritated him to no end being spoken to like a liar and a delinquent. "Her landlady let me in," he said, unable to keep the sarcasm from his voice. "Vampires can't get in anywhere unless they're invited."
Miller swiped a hand over his hairless head. "So you do know a thing or two about vampires. Doesn’t matter because you're not really a vampire, are you? Either way you probably could have gotten in with or without Ruth Harlen's help."
Kyle couldn't believe it. They were just looking for any excuse to make him look guilty.
"And you were so eager for a cure that when Miss Clayton told you what anyone else would have told you, that there is no cure for vampirism, that changing your face and skin would do nothing, you killed her. You made it look like another feral attack and went and found Jackie Moore."
Kyle stood, knocking over his seat. "No!"
At that moment the door opened and the large man Kyle recognized from the library—the one in the cowboy hat who was standing rather close when talking to Jackie—stepped inside.
Red hot jealousy bubbled inside him like boiling water. He didn't understand where all this was coming from. Sure Jackie was a beautiful woman and all, but he barely knew her, definitely not long enough to form any sort of emotional attachment. If she was dating this man then it was no one's business but her own.
So what was wrong with him then?
Cowboy’s eyes were on Kyle before he spoke to Detective Miller. "I just got the call that Georgette Sash woke up. We need to go and see her." He looked at Kyle again.
He immediately knew what they were going to say before they said it. "Let me guess, I'm staying here."
The other man shrugged with a half a grin on his face. "Sorry, but until she confirms that you had nothing to do with her attack, you're staying here."
"But when she does confirm it I'll assume that flimsy story Detective Miller here gave me won't be enough to hold me."
"As of right now, no, it's not. He and I are going to compare your story with hers. By the time we finish, Forensics should be done going through your motel room. Until then, these nice gentlemen are going to take you some place cozy.
These nice gentlemen turned out to be two police
"I didn't attack her."
Miller ignored him. "You were on the verge of becoming a feral only last night. You would know the behavior of ferals considering the fight you put up against them, and it must have been some fight, I’ll give you that. Those suckers are tough."
"But as you can see, I'm fine now so obviously I didn't do this." Kyle tapped his finger against the pictures of the dead girl. He looked at them again and cringed before shoving them away from him.
Not a nice way to die.
"That's true, it does appear you are the victim of a curse, which will be looked into, since, as you must know, curses are illegal."
Kyle kept himself from folding his arms since he didn't want to look defensive. "Actually, I wouldn't have known that considering five months ago I never knew any of this existed."
He nearly rolled his eyes at himself. G ood way to not look defensive, idiot .
Detective Miller let out a bored sigh. "Be that as it may, the point is that this woman wasn't killed by the bites, despite how gruesome they look."
Kyle's eyes widened, he leaned a little farther into the table and looked back at the pictures. "Her neck?"
Miller nodded. "Very good."
"But that still doesn't prove anything. I've never even seen this woman before. Why would I want to kill her?"
"Perhaps she refused to help you."
"What?"
Miller leaned against the table and folded fingers together. "C'mon, you can talk to me about this. A man like you, scared, new to everything you're seeing and experiencing must be looking for a way out. Looking for a cure. Isn't that why you broke into Miss Moore's apartment?"
Kyle didn't like where this was going, and it irritated him to no end being spoken to like a liar and a delinquent. "Her landlady let me in," he said, unable to keep the sarcasm from his voice. "Vampires can't get in anywhere unless they're invited."
Miller swiped a hand over his hairless head. "So you do know a thing or two about vampires. Doesn’t matter because you're not really a vampire, are you? Either way you probably could have gotten in with or without Ruth Harlen's help."
Kyle couldn't believe it. They were just looking for any excuse to make him look guilty.
"And you were so eager for a cure that when Miss Clayton told you what anyone else would have told you, that there is no cure for vampirism, that changing your face and skin would do nothing, you killed her. You made it look like another feral attack and went and found Jackie Moore."
Kyle stood, knocking over his seat. "No!"
At that moment the door opened and the large man Kyle recognized from the library—the one in the cowboy hat who was standing rather close when talking to Jackie—stepped inside.
Red hot jealousy bubbled inside him like boiling water. He didn't understand where all this was coming from. Sure Jackie was a beautiful woman and all, but he barely knew her, definitely not long enough to form any sort of emotional attachment. If she was dating this man then it was no one's business but her own.
So what was wrong with him then?
Cowboy’s eyes were on Kyle before he spoke to Detective Miller. "I just got the call that Georgette Sash woke up. We need to go and see her." He looked at Kyle again.
He immediately knew what they were going to say before they said it. "Let me guess, I'm staying here."
The other man shrugged with a half a grin on his face. "Sorry, but until she confirms that you had nothing to do with her attack, you're staying here."
"But when she does confirm it I'll assume that flimsy story Detective Miller here gave me won't be enough to hold me."
"As of right now, no, it's not. He and I are going to compare your story with hers. By the time we finish, Forensics should be done going through your motel room. Until then, these nice gentlemen are going to take you some place cozy.
These nice gentlemen turned out to be two police
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