there,” Harvey repeated.
She shivered. “It's damned cold in here.” She slipped into the bedroom. “Oh my God!”
Jack groaned.
She stuck her head out the door. “Harvey. Harvey! Call for backup!” She went back inside.
Harvey shook his head. “Huh?” He gave Jack a questioning look. “Who are you? Where am I?”
“There's a body on the bed,” the woman called from the bedroom. “Female.”
“It's VANNA White,” Jack explained.
“Oh my gosh, she… she's not alive,” the female officer continued.
Harvey blinked. “You killed Vanna White? You bastard.” He reached for his transmitter.
You will not call for backup, Jack told him.
Harvey lowered his hand and resumed his deadpan face.
“She was never alive.” The female officer appeared in the doorway, holding the doll. “It's a sex toy.” She tossed it on the floor and gave Jack a look of utter disgust. “You sick pervert.”
“It's not mine,” he growled.
With a huff, she headed back into the bedroom.
This had gone far enough. Jack focused on Harvey. You will leave this place and go back to your car. You will forget you were ever here. You will forget me and everything you have seen here.
Harvey nodded, then slowly wandered down the hall.
Now to take care of the beautiful but strangely resistant female. Jack followed her into the bedroom. “Miss—”
She whirled around, and her eyes widened at the sight of his free hands. She immediately reached for her gun. “I thought you were cuffed.”
Jack stepped toward her. “There's no need to—”
She drew her weapon. “Stay back. Harvey! Where are you?”
Jack could hear her heart racing. “Relax. I only want to talk. And there's no need to yell for Harvey. He left.”
Her pulse jumped. “My partner wouldn't leave me alone. What did you do to him?”
“Nothing. He simply left.”
“I don't believe you.” She lifted her gun an inch, aiming at his head. “More police are on their way.”
“No, they're not. I didn't let Harvey call for backup.”
She gulped audibly. “You didn't let… Who are you?”
He opened his palms. “I will not harm you.”
“What did you do to Harvey?” she shouted.
“Nothing. He's on his way to the car. He knows I'm harmless.” Jack lifted his hands and moved closer. “Think about it, Miss… ?”
She stepped back. “Officer Boucher.”
She pronounced it the French way, like bouchey. It sounded pretty, coming from her, even though he knew it meant “butcher.”
“There was no crime committed here. And while it is true that my friends were too loud and messy, I'll clean everything up and pay for any damages. You have my word on that.”
She kept her gun pointed at him. “There's blood everywhere. A sure sign of violent crime. Just because I haven't found the body doesn't mean it didn't happen.”
“There is no body.”
She edged toward the bathroom. “I haven't finished checking everywhere yet.”
He sighed. “Don't go in there.”
She lifted her eyebrows. “Sounds like an invitation to me.” She reached behind her to ease open the door.
She glanced back and gasped at the sight of VANNA Black sprawled on the tile floor.
With vampire speed, Jack lunged forward and snatched the gun from her hand.
She gasped again. Her eyes grew wide. He could hear her heart racing dangerously fast.
Merda. Did she really think he would kill her? “Bellissima, you wound me.” He ejected the clip and handed it to her. “I would never hurt you.”
She stared at him, then at the bullets in her hand. Her heart still pounded, but he could hear it slowing down.
She glanced at VANNA Black. “Another sex toy? How many do you need?”
He gave her a wry look. “It's not mine.”
“Right.”
He concentrated all his efforts on one last attempt to take over her mind. She stumbled back, knocked off balance by the strength of his psychic power.
You will leave immediately and forget you were here. You will forget you ever met me. The reality of
She shivered. “It's damned cold in here.” She slipped into the bedroom. “Oh my God!”
Jack groaned.
She stuck her head out the door. “Harvey. Harvey! Call for backup!” She went back inside.
Harvey shook his head. “Huh?” He gave Jack a questioning look. “Who are you? Where am I?”
“There's a body on the bed,” the woman called from the bedroom. “Female.”
“It's VANNA White,” Jack explained.
“Oh my gosh, she… she's not alive,” the female officer continued.
Harvey blinked. “You killed Vanna White? You bastard.” He reached for his transmitter.
You will not call for backup, Jack told him.
Harvey lowered his hand and resumed his deadpan face.
“She was never alive.” The female officer appeared in the doorway, holding the doll. “It's a sex toy.” She tossed it on the floor and gave Jack a look of utter disgust. “You sick pervert.”
“It's not mine,” he growled.
With a huff, she headed back into the bedroom.
This had gone far enough. Jack focused on Harvey. You will leave this place and go back to your car. You will forget you were ever here. You will forget me and everything you have seen here.
Harvey nodded, then slowly wandered down the hall.
Now to take care of the beautiful but strangely resistant female. Jack followed her into the bedroom. “Miss—”
She whirled around, and her eyes widened at the sight of his free hands. She immediately reached for her gun. “I thought you were cuffed.”
Jack stepped toward her. “There's no need to—”
She drew her weapon. “Stay back. Harvey! Where are you?”
Jack could hear her heart racing. “Relax. I only want to talk. And there's no need to yell for Harvey. He left.”
Her pulse jumped. “My partner wouldn't leave me alone. What did you do to him?”
“Nothing. He simply left.”
“I don't believe you.” She lifted her gun an inch, aiming at his head. “More police are on their way.”
“No, they're not. I didn't let Harvey call for backup.”
She gulped audibly. “You didn't let… Who are you?”
He opened his palms. “I will not harm you.”
“What did you do to Harvey?” she shouted.
“Nothing. He's on his way to the car. He knows I'm harmless.” Jack lifted his hands and moved closer. “Think about it, Miss… ?”
She stepped back. “Officer Boucher.”
She pronounced it the French way, like bouchey. It sounded pretty, coming from her, even though he knew it meant “butcher.”
“There was no crime committed here. And while it is true that my friends were too loud and messy, I'll clean everything up and pay for any damages. You have my word on that.”
She kept her gun pointed at him. “There's blood everywhere. A sure sign of violent crime. Just because I haven't found the body doesn't mean it didn't happen.”
“There is no body.”
She edged toward the bathroom. “I haven't finished checking everywhere yet.”
He sighed. “Don't go in there.”
She lifted her eyebrows. “Sounds like an invitation to me.” She reached behind her to ease open the door.
She glanced back and gasped at the sight of VANNA Black sprawled on the tile floor.
With vampire speed, Jack lunged forward and snatched the gun from her hand.
She gasped again. Her eyes grew wide. He could hear her heart racing dangerously fast.
Merda. Did she really think he would kill her? “Bellissima, you wound me.” He ejected the clip and handed it to her. “I would never hurt you.”
She stared at him, then at the bullets in her hand. Her heart still pounded, but he could hear it slowing down.
She glanced at VANNA Black. “Another sex toy? How many do you need?”
He gave her a wry look. “It's not mine.”
“Right.”
He concentrated all his efforts on one last attempt to take over her mind. She stumbled back, knocked off balance by the strength of his psychic power.
You will leave immediately and forget you were here. You will forget you ever met me. The reality of
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