If he's part of our serial killer team, he's dead. But he wasn't going to run now, and no one else here had the legal authority to do what I was about to do. I did the first thing I thought of, I hit him. Then what? I called for backup, and we kicked the door open.
Jean-Claude was suddenly not soft, or limp. Do not leave me to the cold. I saw the thick viscous punch in the parish hall, and I knew that it contained just a little blood from at least three different vamps. I was hoping to give my eyes time to adjust to the light, before whoever it was noticed the door moving.
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