Hill He hesitated, nodded and made the exchange. Inevitably, their fingers brushed, and his eyes flickered up to hers. Sarah held his gaze with a flat expression of her own. She could keep the impassive cop face in their present surroundings, but it was harder than usual. He turned away, put on the gloves and knelt by the body. He touched her face, traced the sunken cheeks, the drawn lines around the mouth. “She's not this old,” he said. “She shows evidence of being a hard drug user,” Sarah began, but he shook his head again. “No, it's not that. Something sucked the life from her.” A chill skittered up Sarah's spine. “Are you suggesting she called some type of vampire?” “If I did, I'm sure you wouldn't believe it. I'm telling you I knew this woman.” Sarah came to attention and felt Eric do the same. “How did you know her?” Wassler asked. “Her name is Lorraine Messenger. She's in her early thirties. She moved to the county area about three months ago.
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