“We won’t know unless we keep moving forward.” Casey added in a ed voice, “With him dead, the trick will be avoiding the police who might be looking over what he worked on.”

  Sylvie hung her head low, “Which also means the police will find the skull. That is a ton of exposure.” She paused, “I don’t think we could purge all those people, it would bee national news in minutes.” She ughed, “They are bitg about a few breaks in the veil, that would certainly raise more eyebrows thaher of us want.”

  Casey pulled off her helm and shook out her hair. “Are you telling me we could actually kill all the officers on site, without them radioing for backup?” She ughed, “I have heard lots of stories, but that takes the cake. A radio is like talk and go. We’d have the for the road in seds. I doubt we could purge them like you say.”

  Sylvie opened her full moon eyes wide, “I am not in the mood to prove it, but it be done. You’d have to turn them all to ash to do it. No one could survive. It would be as mysterious as the missing y of North Carolina. All the cars, just fshing lights and no oo be found.” Sylvie csped her hands under her here wouldn’t be that many on campus, the professor is the victim and it would be routio look over his things. So twenty-five at most? Mostly forensic gathering.” Sylvie pulled Casey tightly to her. “We do amazi horrible things at the same time, Casey.”

  Casey closed her eyes and id her head on Sylvie’s shoulder. “It’s just hard to believe, but I guess after being on the brunt end of Brian’s magiything is possible.”

  “Miss Miakoda…” Code spoke softly, “...There is another fact that might i you, should you be ied.”

  Grumbling softly, Casey backed away so Sylvie could focus otle mae attached to her eyes. “Sure Cody, tell me. I am just p what to do about the skull I o find.”

  “Sending query for Franco Tarsey’s skull.” It paused, “Meanwhile, the fact to present is that Special Agent Elle Miller elimihe Cross Killer’ yesterday afternoon. The officers down there are still perf all of the criminology gathering.”

  Watg the green lights circle in her vision, Sylvie waited for Code to plete its task. “Having a tough time with the skull, Code?”

  “ive, just trag its checkpoints from the uy. Police have his skull tagged as evidenumber T-93471-PF-75-A.” Code paused, “Taken to a guarded warehouse facility pced in box, WD-6301-K.” Quickly pulling up the map of the area taining the warehouses, Code plotted the most uable means ihe facility. “This ats fuard patrols and checkpoint call-ins.”

  Rubbing her lightly, Sylvie pondered what she’d just learned. “Agent Miller could bee a problem, since she has eyes on you, Casey.”

  Casey leaned on the crete railing overlooking the se below her. “Not to mention she’s a hero now. Lovely.” She looked at Sylvie, “Possibly erase her memory?” Casey paused for a brief moment and got a look on her face that appeared like fusion. “I really want to know how she found the killer after a few days.” She nibbled on her lip, “I mean she was after me just before you turned me. It’s the whole reason I am here in the first pce, Sylvie.”

  “Very good questio butter-cup.” Sylvie again looked down at the se below her, “Truth is, I don’t have a clue myself…I’ve been with you the eime. It does sound fishy.” Sylvie grinned wide and put Casey’s helm ba her. “I have my owion, you actually hear ‘Code’ talking to me? I thought it was internal because of blood.”

  Casey blew her lover a kiss whe the bike helmet ba her. “Always so protective.” Shrugging, Casey responded, “Maybe it is our e? I know I hear ‘Code’ is all…I’m not giving it much thought, love-cookie.”

  Waving her hands and giggling, Sylvie shook her head. “We are getting off trabsp; We get that skull first. I have a route map to the pce where it’s being held.”

  Jumping up and dowedly, Casey hugged Sylvie tight. “I wannnnaaaa goooooo… this is gonna be funzies!” She started ughing and jumped on the back of the blue-gray motorcycle. “Slowpoke, let’s go.”

  Watg as Casey ran over and gingerly got on her bike, Sylvie couldn’t help herself and ughed hard enough that a couple of thin drops of blood rolled down the er of her eyes. “It’s telling that little thie you, Casey.” Her eyes shifting to full moons, Sylvie picked her helm from the handlebars and put it on. Twisting slightly to look at Casey, Sylvie added, “Code has the route highlighted in my vision, This is so nifty. Remio tell Kody that these tacts are handy.”

  It took a few minutes of traveling in the reverse dire bato ial Heights and to a small jun of the highway before Sylvie thought about exactly where ‘Code’ was leading them. “Show me the entire map, Code.”

  “What’s up, Sylvie?” Casey inquired.

  When the full map popped up on the HUD, Sylvie cursed lightly, “Damnit all to hell. Why didn’t I see this ing?” She tapped the tattoo of her third eye, “Useless…you work when I don’t want you to, but fail to tell me this…” She paused to answer Casey. “It would be my luck that the skull is being held on the base outside the city, Fregg.”

  “Is that the base you stole the blood from about a year ago?” Casey casually inquired before adding, “Why is it a problem, we are vampires. It’s not like they keep us out. If not for the motorcycle we could just zip in or fly in.” Attempting to calm her girlfriend, Casey squeezed and massaged Sylvie’s shoulders.

  “Yep, it is where I got the uniform and the blood from.” Sylvie guhe bike to over one hundred miles an hour, enjoying the rush the wind gave her. Grateful for Casey’s , Sylvie let out a little purr, “You’re right, we could just go in there and wreck the pce.” She paused, “That wouldn’t be the best way to keep the veil intabsp; Remember we are already fixing the supposed mess that occurred back then.”

  Casey snickered, “You sound like An. Didn’t you say earlier this was all his fault?”

  Swerving the bike through the traffic with ease and seeing the exit ramp a half-mile ahead of them, Sylvie leahe motorcycle and sped down the ramp and barely stopped at the yield sighe road and highway ected. “Yeah, I said that.” Sylvie firmed, “The skull is a different point. That happened because of the ‘Ripped’ attag us. How the hell his skull survived the holy water attack, I will never know.” Sylvie reached bad gently patted Casey’s hand, “Thanks to you, I wasn’t a casualty…” She swallowed hard, “...I don’t know how to thank you..to this day.”