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Officer Farrington shot a quelling glance at the girl and pulled a pencil out of his drawer to draw Sean a
map. "You take a left at the next stop sign," he told Sean. "Then go right two blocks, and it's the white
house on the corner with the dark green shutters."
"Might be gone," said the girl sulkily.
"Barbara, you know they ain't left yet."
"Packing up, I heard."
"Ain't left yet." Farrington turned to Sean. "TheKryders are moving to their place inFlorida ."
"I guess it was time for him to retire," Sean said gently, willing to learn what he could.
"He took it early," the girl said. "He got all upset about the Layla LeMay thing."
"Barbara, shut up," Officer Farrington said, his voice very sharp and very clear.
Sean tried hard to look indifferent. He said, "Thank you very much," and left with the instructions,
wondering if they'd call ahead to the ex-sergeant, warn him of Sean's impending visit.
SergeantKryder had indeed gotten a call from the police station. His front light was on when Sean
parked in front of his modest house. Sean didn't have a plan for interrogating the retired policeman. He
would play it by ear. If Rue had written the man's phone number in her book, then the man had
befriended her.
Sean knocked at the door very gently, and a slim, clean-shaven man of medium height with thinning fair
hair and a guarded smile opened the door. "Can I help you?" the man asked.
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"SergeantKryder ?"
"Yes, I'm WillKryder ."
"I would like to speak with you "about a mutual friend."
"I have a mutual friend with a vampire?"Kryder seemed to catch himself. "Excuse me, I didn't mean to
offend. Please come in." The older man didn't seem sure about the wisdom of inviting Sean in, but he
stood aside, and Sean stepped into the small living room. Cartons were stacked everywhere, and the
house looked bare. The furniture was still there, but the walls were blank, and none of the normal odds
and ends were on the tables.
A dark-haired woman was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, a dish towel in her hand. Two cats
rubbed her ankles, and a little Pekingese leaped from the couch, barking ferociously. He stopped when
he got close to Sean. He backed up, whining. The woman actually looked embarrassed.
"Don't worry," Sean said. "You can never tell with dogs. Cats generally like us." He knelt and held out a
hand, and the cats both sniffed it without fear. The Pekingese retreated into the kitchen.
Sean stood, and the woman extended her hand. She had an air of health and intelligence about her that
was very appealing. She looked Sean in the eyes, apparently not knowing that he could do all kinds of
things with such a direct look. "I'm Judith," she said. "I apologize for the appearance of the house, but
we're leaving in two days. When Will retired, we decided to move down to ourFlorida house. It's been in
Will's family for years."
Will had been watching Sean intently. "Please have a seat," he said.
Sean sank into the armchair, and WillKryder sat on the couch. Judith said, "I'll just go dry the dishes,"
and vanished into the kitchen, but Sean was aware that she could hear them if she chose.
"Our mutual friend?" Will prompted.
"Layla."
Will's face hardened. "Who are you? Who sent you here?"
"I came here because I want to find out what happened to her."
"Why?"
"Because she's scared of something. Because I can't make it go away unless I know what it is."
"Seems to me. if she wanted you to know, she would tell you herself."
"She is too frightened."
"Are you here to ask me where she is?"
Sean was surprised. "No. I know where she is. I see her every night."
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"I don't believe you. I think you're some kind of private detective. We knew someone would be coming
sooner or later, someone like you. That's why we're leaving town. If you think you can get rid of us easy,
let me tell you, you can't." Will's pleasant face was set in firm lines. He suddenly had a gun in his lap, and
it was pointed at Sean.
"It's easy to see you haven't met a vampire before," Sean said.
"Why is that?"
Before Will could pull the trigger, Sean had the gun. He bent the barrel and tossed it behind him.
"Judith!" Will yelled. "Run!" He dove for Sean, apparently intending to grapple with Sean until Judith
could get clear.
Sean held the man still by clampingKryder's hands to his sides. He said, "Calm yourself, Mr.Kryder ."
Judith was in the room now, a butcher knife in her hands. She danced back and forth, reluctant to stab
Sean but determined to help her husband.
Sean liked theKryders .
"Please be calm, both of you," he said, and the quiet of his voice, the stillness of his posture, seemed to
strike both of theKryders at the same time. Will stopped struggling and looked at Sean's white face
intently. Judith lowered the knife, and Sean could tell she was relieved to be able to.
"She calls herself Rue May now," he told them. "She's going to the university, and she has a cat named
Martha."
Judith's eyes widened. "He does know her," she said.
"He could have found that out from surveillance." Will was hot so sure.
"How did you meet her?" Judith asked.
"I dance with her. We dance for money."
The couple exchanged a glance.
"What does she do before she goes on stage?" Judith asked suddenly.
"Head up, chest out, shoulders square, big smile, pretty hands." Sean smiled his rare smile.
WillKryder nodded at Judith. "I reckon you can let go of me now," he told Sean. "How is she?"
"She's lonely. And she saw something the other night that scared her."
"What do you know about her?"
"I know she was a beauty queen. I know she danced in a lot of contests. I know she never seems to
hear from her family. I know she has a brother. I know she's hiding under another name."
"Have you seen her stomach?"
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"The scars, yes."
"You know how she got that way?"Kryder didn't seem to be concerned with how Sean had come to see
the scars.
Sean shook his head.
"Judith, you tell him."
Judith sat on the couch beside her husband. Her hands clasped tightly in her lap, she appeared to be
organizing her thoughts.
"I taught her when she was in tenth grade," Judith said. "She'd won a lot of titles even then. Layla is
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