“It could still be two different crimes,” Edward said.
“What do you mean?”
“Maybe Vittorio is killing strippers in Vegas, but that doesn’t mean that our sorcerer and the people who killed these operators are actually Vittorio’s vampires. They went in standard op for vampire hunts, during the day.”
“I know that with SWAT technology they usually go in at night for human bad guys, but vampires are daylight hunts if possible,” I said.
“They went in during the day, Anita. The hovering magic, or whatever, killed three of them, and either that sorcerer or something else put the rest in some sort of sleep.”
“I’ve never heard of anything like that,” I said.
“No one has,” he said.
“But if it was daylight,” Bernardo said, “who wrote the note in their blood? Who took the head and mailed it to you? It was daylight and there are windows in here that aren’t covered. The only reason the cops are saying vampires is because Vittorio’s name is signed, and this was an old lair of the vampires.”
“Are you saying someone has framed Vittorio and his vamps for this?” I asked.
Bernardo shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Fuck, I don’t know whether to hope you’re right or hope you’re wrong. If you’re right, then we have Vittorio to find before he kills another stripper, and some crazy sorcerer who’s trying to blame vampires for this crime. Were there fang marks on the dead?”
“No one’s said,” Edward said.
“Don’t tell me,” Bernardo said. “We get to go to the morgue and look at the bodies?”
“Are you afraid?” Olaf asked.
Bernardo gave him an unfriendly look that didn’t even faze the other man. “No, I’d just rather not go.”
“You are afraid,” Olaf said.
“Stop it,” Edward said, “both of you. We’ll go look at the bodies. Though, Otto, you could start calling around about the Persian angle. You are the only one of us who’s seen something similar.”
“No, I will go to the morgue with”-he looked at me-“Anita. But I will call the local university from the truck and see if they have the expert we need.”
“We’re all going to the coroner’s,” Edward said.
“Otto just wants to watch me poke around in the bodies,” I said.
“No,” Olaf said, “I want to help you do it.”
In that instant I wanted to say that I’d just sit this one out. I’d just look at the pictures and the video and that would be good enough. I did not want to go to the morgue and look at the recently dead, especially with this much blood on the ground. It was going to be pretty gruesome, but more than that I did not want to have Olaf help me with the bodies. He’d enjoy it. But the bodies were part of the crime scene. They were full of clues. I had to see if I could find anything to help us catch whoever had done this. Whether it was Vittorio with a new sorcerer friend, or someone else, they needed to be stopped. How far was I willing to go to stop them? All the way to the morgue with our very own pet serial killer. Sometimes the things I do for my job worry me.
14
OLAF USED HIS new uber-cell phone to search online for the nearest university or college that might have what we needed. University of Texas at Austin was the winner, with both Persian and Iranian studies and a minor available in Near Eastern mythology. Other universities and colleges had the first two but not the third. He left a message with the Near East Studies Department as we pulled into the parking lot of the Las Vegas/Clark County Coroner’s Office.
The building was nondescript, set in the middle of an industrial area, but there was a discreet sign that let us know we were in the right place. There was also a little herd of white cars and trucks against the far side of the lot that had Clark County Coroner on the side of them. We got out, and Edward led us to a small door beside a larger garage door. He pushed a button to ring the bell.
“I take it you’ve been here before,” I said.
“Yes.”
I spoke low. “Was it Edward or Ted who came to town?”
He gave me that smile that said he knew things I didn’t. “Both,” he said.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Are you saying you’ve come as a marshal and an assa…”
The door opened, and questions had to wait. Bernardo leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “He never answers questions for anyone but you.”
I threw back over my shoulder, as we followed Edward into a double-doored entryway, “Jealous?”
Bernardo scowled at me. No, I shouldn’t have taunted him, but I was nervous, and baiting him was more fun than what we were about to do.