"You really think she could come back if you put the ashes in the same body of water?"
I shrugged. "She survived the total destruction by fire of her body and was able to send her spirit out to take over the body of other vampire council members. I wouldn't put anything past her."
"So even if we find Morte d'Amour, the Lover of Death, and destroy him, she'll just jump to another host."
"She can survive as a disembodied spirit, Edward; I'm not sure she can be killed."
"Everything dies, Anita. The universe will die eventually."
"I'm not going to sweat what happens five billion years from now, Edward; the universe can take care of itself. How do we stop them from killing innocent weretiger citizens, and the bigger question, how do we stop her?"
"You're the necromancer, I'm just a humble killer," he said.
"Which means, you don't know either," I said.
"Why doesn't your boyfriend know? Jean-Claude is Master of the City of St. Louis, and what's left of the European power structure is trying to make him head of a new vampire council here in the States. Why aren't the vampires and all the other wereanimals you're hanging out with helping to stop this?"
"The other . . . whatevers are hunting these guys. They'll be traveling as they hear about the bodies, but they're behind us, Edward. We've been first on the ground in the last three cities."
"For preternaturals that are supposed to be the greatest spies and assassins ever, they suck at anything useful."
"We're not doing much better," I said.
"So the vampires can't help us. We're cops, let's be cops," he said.
"What does that mean?"
"We work the scene. This is the kill site. This is where we can learn new things about these bastards. Things that aren't legends, but what they did only a few hours ago. It can help us catch them."