Vince Milano shook his head. “Sorry, Vince, but you don’t have a choice. This woman’s supposed to be some kind of expert on Armand. The order came down from the Commissioner.” “Is she a cop?” “No, a civilian.” “What does the San Diego Commissioner know about the case? He watches the local news and assumes it will be safe for a woman to ride along while I hunt this monster? Does he have any idea what this guy does to females?” Vince crossed his arms over his chest and slung his heavy black boots onto his captain’s desk. Dave Bently narrowed his eyes at the positioning of Vince’s footwear. With a sigh, Vince put his feet back on the floor. “Look, Vince. When your kind became known, most of the cops in the city refused to work with their fellow vampire officers. Shit, some of them had been partners for years, but the second they found out who they were riding with, everything changed. The reason you and every other vamp still have jobs is because of Kade Black and the Bureau of Vampire Affairs.
