“You were right,” she said softly.
He turned to face her, “Right about what?”
“They were all drugged and they were all anemic. Actually it was more than anemic. Their bodies had 50% lower blood ratios than is normal and that’s not even the weirdest part. There were no open wounds and I don’t see how anyone loses that much blood without an open wound. It makes no logical sense that a drug would cause such a thing.”
Aiden was sure this was a case of Vampire attacks, but Vampires that were infected with bloodlust didn’t bother to seal the wounds. They just ripped the person’s neck out and moved on to the next victim. Normally, that was. A vampire, or a group of vampires, who not only had bloodlust, but had somehow organized would be dangerous. That didn’t seem possible. Something didn’t add up. “What can you tell me about the drug?”
“There were only trace amounts of a substance in the women’s systems,” she said. “But it’s not anything I’ve ever seen before.” She hesitated, like she was uncomfortable with what she had to say.
He narrowed his gaze. “Tell me.”
She leaned an elbow on the table, her lab coat gaping open to show a slim cut black dress accenting delicate feminine curves. “You’ll think I’m crazy.”
“There isn’t much I think is crazy,” he assured her, resting his own elbow on the high lab table, and turning to face her. “Try me.”
“It’s not just that this substance is nothing I’ve ever seen before. It’s not anything even remotely familiar, not documented as something known to man. Almost... alien in nature.” She shook her head and laughed nervously. “Maybe my lab equipment is acting up. Or maybe the trace amounts of the substance I’ve got to work with might be the issue. Please tell me you and your people have a lead on what this drug is and where to get it. More importantly, you have a plan to get it off the streets. The women were all at the same part of the downtown party scene when they died. Lock down the bars. Just shut them down until this is over. Clearly people aren’t smart enough to stay away by themselves.”
“That won’t do anything but create more panic.”
“We all need to be panicked,” she argued, rounding the desk, as if she felt the need to be closer, to make her case more urgent. “We have a serial killer on the loose. Something has to be done.”
He studied her a moment, thinking of the research he’d done on her, of her reputation of dogmatically taking on cases until they were solved. She’d gone so far as to dive into what would be police work, risking any danger to herself for her personal involvement. He didn’t want her outside of this lab, in the sights of a hungry monster who’d make this her last investigation.
He grabbed one of her business cards and a pen, then scribbled his number on it, and took her hand in his. It was small and soft, but he knew that while her body might be feminine and delicate, her spirit was not.
“Call me before you act on any lead you might discover,” he said softly, sending her a mental compulsion. “I’ll make sure it gets followed up on, for you.”
“Yes,” she said, blinking up at him, those gorgeous hazel eyes melting into his. “Yes, okay.”
He released her mind and she blinked again, her gaze lowering to their joined hands, then lifting to his. Electricity sparked between them, wicked hot, and unexpected when really, it shouldn’t have been. His attraction to this woman was red hot, instant and unwelcomed.
Aiden let go of her hand and took a step backwards, feeling the burn of the past in his undeniable connection he shared with this woman. A connection that reached far beyond his body humming with desire to strip her naked and have his way with her. No, the desire was a product of chemistry, of interest, of that intrigue he’d felt with her