<strong> Carol Neathawk</strong><br/><br/><br/><em>What.  The.  Hell?</em>It took everything she had not to yell that out loud.<em>Vampires?  Bloodlines?</em>For a moment the detective felt what could have been fatal confusion.<em>Goddammit, if this is another Black Dog LARP, I'm gonna arrest fuckin' <strong>everybody</strong> here!</em><br/><br/>A sharp tang in the air caught at her nose.  Blood.  No,  this was no game, Theresa - assuming she had left that stain in the alley - was losing blood, not hit points.<br/><br/>Carol had never seen the younger Theresa, never heard her voice, had no way of even guessing if the wounded woman sounded like the missing child-that-was.  But she sounded more scared now.  The detective quickly popped her head around the corner, ducking back at once.<em>Naked, she's naked?</em>Neathawk stared off into space a moment processing what she had seen.  Two women, one nude, the other holding the nude woman's clothing, neither looking in her direction.  But both of them staring fixedly in the same direction.  Where the hell was Tanner?  She checked her watch.  Mere minutes had passed since the phone call.  Damn.