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"What restaurant was it?" I asked as if I hadn't been there twenty minutes earlier. Interrogations are so often repetitive. "What?" she asked. "What was the name of the bar?" "I don't remember." "Dolph?" I asked. "Burnt Offerings," he said. I laughed. "A notorious vampire hangout." "It's not in the vampire district," she said. "How was I to know that it was a vampire bar?" "How about the picture of Christopher Lee as Dracula on the sign outside?" I said. "It was quite late and nothing else was open." "In University City on Delmar on a Friday night? Come on, Vicki. You can do better than that," I said. She touched the bandage on her neck with a delicate, trembling hand. "He bit me." Her voice shook, and more tears trailed down her face. I walked back to her. I put a hand on either side of her chair and leaned my face into hers. "You're lying, Vicki." She burst into tears, hiding her face. I put a finger under her chin and lifted her face. "Damn, you're good, but not good enough." She jerked away from me, standing so suddenly, the chair crashed to the floor. "I was attacked, and you're making me feel like the bad guy. You're a woman. I thought you'd understand." I shook my head. "Can the universal sisterhood appeal, Vicki. It don't wash." She jerked the bandage from her neck and threw it to the floor. "Look, look what he did to me!" If she expected me to flinch, she had the wrong girl. I walked up to her, turning her head to one side. It was vampire fang marks, pretty fresh. A neat, nice bite, but there was no bruising, no hickey mark spreading across her creamy flesh. It was just two neat fang marks. I stepped back from her. "You threw your drink into his face as soon as he bit you?" "Yes, I didn't want him touching me." "A filthy vampire," I said. "A walking corpse."
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