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attempt to take over Morganville had been amazing...but nobody wanted to risk going through that again.

"Yeah, since that," Hess said. "We've been working. Travis took a vacation for six months, out of town. Other than that, the usual. This is the first outright murder we've had in a while, though."

He didn't sound either bothered or excited about it. Just businesslike. Claire didn't know what to say to that, but it didn't seem to matter. He walked her back over to the police cars and went to consult with Hannah and his partner.

"You take me the most interesting places," Eve was saying to Michael when she rejoined them. "Murder scenes, interrogations..."

He hugged her silently. Overhead, thunder boomed and the first drops of rain began to fall.

A police officer brought them a collapsible umbrella from his squad car, and the three of them stood in its shelter as the rain poured down and the police started their investigation. By the time it let up, Hannah said they could leave.

Claire said good-bye to her friends, picked up her backpack from the coffee shop, and then went straight to Myrnin.

"It's possible," Myrnin was muttering to himself as he paced the floor of the lab. "Entirely possible. Likely, even."

Claire, coming down the steps from the entrance, dumped her book bag at the usual strategic location--meaning it was equally accessible whether she needed to defend herself or make a quick exit. She was used to coming into the middle of Myrnin's conversations with himself. "What's possible?" she asked.

"Anything," he said absently. "But that's not what I was talking about. Oh, hello, Claire. You're in good time. I need an extra pair of hands."

"As long as I keep them attached," she said, which earned her a startled stare.

"The things you say to me, you'd think I was some sort of monster. Oh, here, help me with this." He gestured to one of the lab tables, which held some gleaming new device with brass fittings and--as always with Myrnin--pipes, wires, and some kind of strange-looking vacuum tubes. "I need it over there." He pointed to an empty table across the room. And then he kept on pacing, his white lab coat (a recent discovery of his; he thought it made him look more official) flaring around him. It was somewhat spoiled by the flopping bunny slippers, their fangs showing with every step.

Oh. He wasn't going tohelp her move it. Well, of course he wasn't. Myrnin could have picked it up with one hand and carried it easily from one spot to another, but he was busy thinking. Carrying things was her job. Today, anyway.

Claire picked up the engine--if that was what it was--and staggered with it over to the other table. It felt as if he'd packed it with lead, and knowing Myrnin, that wasn't much of a stretch. It smelled like blood and flowers, and she hesitated to even guess what its purpose might have been.

"What's possible?" she asked again, leaning against the table and trying to work the kinks out of her arms after stretching them about six inches with the weight of that stupidthing , whatever it was.

Myrnin was muttering under his breath, but he paused and glanced at her, even though he kept pacing. "That your friend was murdered by someone who believed he had a drug. Perhaps he was trying to sell the blood."

"How did you hear about that already?" She was surprised, because she'd meant to tell him all about it. Myrnin waved that away.

"Interesting news travels quickly in a town as boring as this," he said. "Also, I tend to monitor police broadcasts. Your name was mentioned in connection with the investigation. I made a few calls to find out the rest. So, do you think he was trying to develop some sort of drug?"

"Myrnin, Doug was stinky, but he wasn't crazy. There may be people in Morganville who will just take any old thing to see if it gets them high, but he just saw that bloodboil under the lights. He wasn't not going to try to sell it as a drug."

"You'd be very surprised what people get up to. But, in any case, it's possible someone else understood the potential of it, and Doug was simply collateral damage." Myrnin sighed. "I understand it was quite

bloody. What a terrible waste."

He didn't mean of Doug, of course. He didn't know Doug, and Claire doubted he would have really cared. No, Myrnin was talking about the waste ofplasma. Which made Claire shiver,