"What in hell is going on?” he growled once she'd settled into the front seat. “Why is it so important for us to get to Trevgard's?"
She grimaced. How did you sanely approach the subject of vampires? “I left out a few details about Monica when we talked last night."
"Like what?” The look he cast her simmered with annoyance. She hesitated, then shrugged. Perhaps a direct approach was best. “Did the police happen to mention the manner of Monica's death when they interviewed Trevgard?"
"No."
"It was blood loss."
He gave her a quick, surprised look. “The creep cut her up?" "No. Her body was hardly marked, in fact."
"Nikki—"
There was no avoiding the subject. “She only had two marks on her body. A small cut on her wrist that was days old and almost healed."
"And?” he prompted, when she hesitated.
"Two small puncture marks on her neck.” She glanced across and met his brief, puzzled look. She must have given Michael the same sort of look.
"Am I supposed to read something significant into that statement?"
"Think, Jake. Blood loss ... Puncture marks?"
"Jeez..."
The car swerved violently as he jerked around in surprise. Swearing under his breath, Jake battled to get the vehicle under control then pulled over to the side of the road.
"Now,” he said, applying the hand brake before twisting around to face her. “Are you trying to tell me Monica was killed by a vampire?"