Someone besides me. There was already a pile of money at the far end of the stage, as if he'd been getting it all along, but only now was he letting them slip the bills in so close to his body. Mary looked at my torn nails. What did I miss? One of the other vamps get out of hand with a dancer? One of the other upstanding church members trying to frame me for it? Something like that, I said softly.
You know I don't trust anybody. He drew back enough so we could see each other, but kept my face between his hands. This is it. And that kind of stupid could get me killed.
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