<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cat was, despite her histrionics earlier, a damned good agent.  And she recognized that Gabriel was also a damned good investigator -- which is why the flicker of anger, the discomfort that he quickly stifled -- those hit her hard.  Very hard.  If what they were dealing with could knock him for a loop...<br/>
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"Sex trafficking," Cat breathed.  Hell, that was bigger than murder, even multiple murders.  "I don't know if they're sowing fear in the average person yet -- but they're scaring the hell out of the FBI and NYPD... which I suppose is something."  She took a healthy swallow of her own doctor coffee.  Liquor seemed definitely called for.  <br/>
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Particularly with his last comment.  "Vampires.  There's -- okay."  She drained the cup and closed her eyes.  "Please tell me they don't sparkle."</span></span>