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“Monster,” he said, and it was almost a whisper.

“Are you calling me a monster?” I wasn’t whispering, but my voice was low and careful.

“I’m saying you’re going to have to choose whether you’re one of them, or one of us.” He pointed to Jason when he said them.

“You join Humans against Vampires, or some other right wing group, Dolph?”

“No, but I’m beginning to agree with them.”

“The only good vampire is a dead one, is that it?”

“They are dead, Anita.” He took that step closer, that Zerbrowski’s moving had given him. “They are fucking corpses that don’t have enough sense to stay in their godforsaken graves.”

“According to the law, they’re living beings with rights and protection under the law.”

“Maybe the law was wrong on this one.”

Part of me wanted to say, you know that this is being recorded? part of me was glad he’d said it. If he came off sounding like a bigoted crazy then it would help keep Jason safe. The fact that it wouldn’t help Dolph’s career did bother me, but not enough to sacrifice Jason. I’d like to save all my friends, but if someone is bent on self-destruction, there is only so much you can do. You can’t shovel other people’s shit for them, not unless they’re willing to pick up a shovel and help.

Dolph wasn’t helping. He got down low, hands flat to the table and pushed his face into Jason’s. Jason moved back as far as he could in the chair. Zerbrowski looked at me, and I gave wild eyes. We both knew that if Dolph touched a suspect the way he’d touched me earlier his career was well and truly over.

“It looks so human, but it’s not,” Dolph said.

I didn’t like the use of the it for one of my friends.

“Did you really let him touch you?”

Him. See, even if you hate the monsters, it’s hard to keep straight in your own head what’s an it, and what’s a him. “Yes,” I said.

Zerbrowski was moving around Dolph, trying to get to Jason, to get between them, I think.

Dolph turned to look at me, still bent over low, way too close to Jason for anyone’s comfort. “And the bite on your neck, was that the bloodsucker you’re fucking?”

“No,” I said, “that was a new one. I’m fucking two of them now.”

He staggered almost as if he’d taken a blow. He leaned heavily on the table, and for just a second I thought he’d fall into Jason’s lap, but he recovered himself with a visible effort. Zerbrowski touched the big man’s arm. “Easy there, Lieutenant.”

Dolph let Zerbrowski sit him down. He made no reaction when the sergeant eased Jason out of the chair and farther away from Dolph. Dolph wasn’t looking at them. His pain-filled eyes were all for me. “I knew you were coffin bait, I didn’t know you were a whore.”

I felt my own face go hard and cold. Maybe if I hadn’t been so tired, so stressed—but there was no real excuse for what I said next, except that Dolph had hurt me, and I wanted to hurt him. “How’s that grandchildren problem coming Dolph? You still got a vampire for a soon-to-be daughter-in-law?”

I felt Zerbrowski react to the news, and knew in that moment that only I had known. “You really shouldn’t piss off people you’ve confided in, Dolph.” The moment I said it, I wished I hadn’t, but it was too late. Too fucking late.

He came up out of the chair, hands under the table, and upended it with a tremendous crash onto the floor. We all scattered. Zerbrowski stood in front of Jason against the far wall. I took a corner near the door.

Dolph trashed the room. There was no other word for it. The chairs hit the walls, and the table followed. He finally picked one chair up and seemed to take a special grievance against it. He smashed the metal chair against the floor, over and over.

The door to the interrogation room opened. Police filled the door, guns drawn. I think they expected to see a rampaging werewolf. The sight of a rampaging Dolph stopped them dead in the doorway. They’d have probably cheerfully shot the werewolf, but I don’t think they wanted to shoot Dolph. Of course, no one volunteered to arm wrestle him either.

The metal chair folded in upon itself, and Dolph collapsed to his