Sure, it meant a reason to run out to the super schmancy mall in Troy—the one with the concierge service and purses that cost more than my car—but it was still a pain in the ass.We’d busted drug dealers, climbed through sewers, and talked with factory owners. It was exhausting. To finish the job we’d called in all the backup we could find, the county sheriff, the FBI, and another field team of DUA agents. None of it helped. Not that the police seemed particularly motivated to look. Detroit’s a big city. Missing Biters might be important to the Department of Undead Americans and the federal government, but it’s not exactly a high priority in a city with a limited law enforcement budget. After a few days, most of them had gone back to solving the ordinary, mundane crimes that filled the streets: murder, theft, and arson. Brody had been called away to help search for a scrapper stealing copper pipes and metal fire hydrants from Boston-Edison. At least the police thought to call me when a body showed up at the morgue.
