Dante laughed as she said she had to go.  Didn't even have the courtesy to give him her name.  He could understand not wanting to talk about a vampire that she seemed to know quite well.  But not to at least give him her name, now that was just down right rude.  But that was Hunters.  When the police arrived, all they found was the pieces of Leroy.  He of course was in his human form now, or what was left of it.  Dante would love to know how the forensics boys were going to explain the mess.  He was on the ground and walking away from the place and mixed with the bystanders that were crowding around to see what was going on.  Oh if they only knew what was really out there, living among them, maybe even a co worker or neighbor.	He walked away and caught a cab and took it to his fence.  Rico was the best fence he ever knew and he had over his years known a few of them.  The man could sell anything and make a profit.  But this item had been commissioned.  Rico got those now and then.  Especially when there was something that someone wanted really bad, they contacted him and he contacted Dante.<br/><br/>Rico welcomed him to his business which was an antique shop.  Not a really ritzy one like some of them but it held some things that were old and valuable.  But that was only his legal business.  He enjoyed selling the really good stuff to rich people.  Paintings, jewels, and other art work would go through him.  "My friend. Do you have it?"  he asked excitedly.<br/><br/>"Oh I have it."  Dante said and grabbed him by the shirt and pushed him up against a wall.  "Why didn't you tell me the owner was a blasted Vampire!"  Dante demanded.<br/><br/>"Vampire?  Believe me Dante, I didn't know.  My buyer didn't tell me you would be stealing form a vampire."  Rico said with a bit of fear in his voice.  Rico knew of the Vampires and others.  There were only a few humans that did.  They did a lot of business with him.  After all what did you do with things you clollected throughout your years as a vampire or one that could live hundreds of years.  Lot of the stuff they had were valuable in the modern market.  Hell one had an original Michale Angelo that no one had known existed.  It went for several million and that was cheap as it was worth more then that.  Dante let the man down, ans smoothed his shirt.<br/><br/>"Alright, I believe you.  But I bet your buyer knew.  The son of a bitch."  Dante was angry on that matter.  Rico produced the money that was Dante's share of the profit.  It was a considerable amount.  Who ever wanted that damn gem had paid well for it.	He took the money and said.  "You know how to contact me if something else comes up."<br/><br/>Across town a knock came at the door of the safe house.  "Maya!"  I know your in there.  Open up."  came a males voice.  One belonging to the Commander of the Order for that zone.  He was her mentor, teacher in all things of the Order.  It was his recommendation that got her promoted.