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I shrugged again. “If he meant to rip her femoral open, I think the bite would be different, more vicious. I’ve seen a lot of vamp kills, Zerbrowski, a lot. This looks like a new vamp, a really new one, that doesn’t know how to use its fangs yet. Someone who’s two years dead shouldn’t make mistakes like this.”

“So he did it on purpose.”

I sighed. “I’m beginning to wonder what kind of education the little vampires at the Church of Eternal Life are getting.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, that I thought their mentoring system was like most of the wereanimals that I know. You teach the rookies how to hunt, how to kill, clean, and efficiently.”

“You confessing to something for your furry friends?” he asked, and he wasn’t smiling enough for the comment, not for my peace of mind.

“Animals, Zerbrowski, animals. Jean-Claude hasn’t brought over any new vamps since I’ve been hanging with him, but I’ve seen other vamps that were around two years dead, and they aren’t rookies. They aren’t experts, but this is a rookie mistake. Remember when Jack Benchely said that they’ll give the vamps victims, but they make it clean and neat, and not fun?”

“Yeah.”

“What if feeding on the femoral, the inner thigh, is considered too taboo, too sexual for the church to teach its members?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know the theory that if we don’t tell teenagers about sex that they won’t think of it on their own.”

“Yeah,” he said and smiled and shook his head, “speaking as someone who was once a teenage boy, and who will one day have a two teenagers on my hands, it’s a nice theory, but it doesn’t work that way.”

“Yeah, I know that, but what if the church is like the right-wingers? If you don’t talk about it, or tell the new little vamps about the dirty stuff, they won’t do it, or think of it on their own.”

“Feeding from the inner thigh is too much like oral sex for the church,” he said, and there was no teasing in his voice when he said it. He was working, thinking.

I nodded. “Exactly.”

“But Avery, our newish vampire, did think of it, and did try it, but didn’t know what he was doing.”

“Yes, and because he’d had no information, he didn’t know how dangerous it could be. It’s like the kids who came up pregnant in junior high, because they used candy bar wrappers for condoms.”

Zerbrowski looked at me. “You’re joking.”

“My hand to God, I am not making that up. The point is that if you don’t educate the newly emerging vampire, just like the newly emerging teenager, you end up with them doing stupid shit. Dangerous things that get them or others, killed, or hurt. Ignorance is not bliss when it comes to basic sex ed, or beginning blood donations for vampires. Ignorance will get you killed in both.”

He looked down at the body. “She fits the physical profile of the first vic. If you ignore the difference in height, she’s even blond, which fits all three vics.”

“But this one’s not a natural blond.”

Zerbrowski frowned at me.

“I don’t mean that, I mean her roots are showing. I didn’t really check that closely, but it looks like she either shaved everything, or had very little body hair to begin with. A lot of strippers shave.”

“Like your new boyfriend,” he said, his voice was mild, but his eyes weren’t.

I shook my head. “None of your damn business, Zerbrowski.”

“You guys were getting pretty cozy on the dance floor, but then he’s living with you now, isn’t he?”

“Somebody talks too much.”

“Hey, I’m a trained detective, I detected that you’re shacking up with a stripper who’s what, seven years younger than you?”

“As the detective in charge at the scene, shouldn’t you be solving this murder?”

“I’m thinking. Teasing you always helps me think.”

“Glad to hear I inspire you. What are you thinking about?”

“I’m thinking that I want to talk to Avery Seabrook before he gets executed. If he’s part of the other murders, then I want the names of his friends. If he did this by accident, then I think we need to know that, too. If you’re right, and the church