<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Thank fuck you've got more sense than I do," Cat muttered.  "Okay."  She stowed the first aid kit away where he'd found it and sat back down.  "Where do we go now?  This whole vampire thing's kind of... I know how to investigate the mob, and I know how to investigate drugs.  The rest of it's in your ballpark.  What can I do?"<br/>
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She pushed attraction and flirtation firmly out of mind.  There would, she hoped, be time for that later.  Right now she had murders to solve, murders that apparently were a lot bigger than the serial killer she'd thought she was targeting.<br/>
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"Am I -- in more danger, knowing this shit?" Cat asked after a moment.  "More than baseline danger for an FBI agent?  Do I need to start wearing garlic and tossing salt over my shoulder?"</span></span>