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“Right, so?”
“I think we’re looking for a man who might have lost his wife or his beloved to suicide—over something that he might have done himself, or because of something unfair that fell upon them. We need to get to the records, to tell Edmund and Jeanne to start searching through any possibilities. We need to—”
“Call and get everyone looking in that direction,” Mason said, pulling out his phone. “Conference call,” he murmured to Della. “Angela and Bisset. They’ll get moving. And then...”
Angela and Bisset answered him and Mason put forward Della’s theory. He nodded, ending the call. He reached out and pulled her close to him.
“The sun is setting,” he said softly. “Let’s take a second for all that’s beautiful in life.”
She smiled, turning in his arms to face him.
“Well, hmm, you’re beautiful.”
“Well, um, thanks, but not... Hmm, doesn’t make me much of a manly man!”
She laughed, leaned against him, and turned within his arms again.
The sun was falling. Tomorrow, they’d join the hunt with Edmund, Jeanne, and Bisset. They would hunt monsters again, those that lurked in the minds of men.
But now...
It was beautiful.
And it was okay to know and love all that was beautiful...
She grinned to herself.
...including Mason!
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Secrets in the Dark
Secrets in the Dark
by Heather Graham
Prologue
The king was dead.
Or, rather, at this time in history, incarcerated.
Of course, the “king” believed that he would “rise” again—after all, a vampire was immortal.
But the Vampire King had taught Ripper well. Just as the world was filled with different countries, presidents, kings, queens and prime ministers—and, of course, great dictators—the world should equally be filled with kings of the underworld.
And with learning, a man could rise to greatness, become king of his own domain.
Ripper smiled to himself, watching the world go by around him. He wasn’t lurking in the shadows. He was sitting amongst the neon lights of the busy bars in Brixton, watching.
Just watching.
