"Are you friends with the wife?"
I shook my head. "No, and don't even ask. I am not going to hold Monica's hand while she cries over her dead husband."
"All right, all right, it's outside your job description. Maybe I'll let Reynolds do it."
I glanced at the young woman. She and Monica probably deserved each other, but... "Jean-Claude might know who Monica's friends are. If he doesn't, I know of one. Catherine Maison-Gillete and Monica work together."
"Monica is a lawyer?" Dolph said.
I nodded.
"Great," he said.
"How much are you telling Jean-Claude about this?" I asked.
"Why?" Dolph asked.
"Because I want to know how much I can tell him."
"You don't discuss ongoing homicide cases with the monsters," he said.
"The victim was his companion for over a century. He's going to want to talk about it. I need to know what you're telling him so I won't let something slip by accident."
"You don't have a problem withholding information from your boyfriend?"
"Not on a homicide. Whoever did this is at the very least a witch, and maybe something scarier. It's probably one of the monsters, one way or another. So we can't tell the monsters all the details."
Dolph looked at me long and steady, then nodded. "Keep back the heart and the symbols used in the spell."
"He'll have to know about the heart, Dolph, or he'll guess. Head or heart, there isn't a lot else that'll kill a century-old vamp."
"You said you'd withhold information, Anita."
"I'm telling you what will wash and what won't, Dolph. Keeping back the heart from the vamps won't work because they'll guess. The symbols, fine, but even there, Jean-Claude's going to have to have to wonder why he didn't feel Robert die."
"So what can we withhold from your boyfriend?"
"The exact symbols used in the spell. The knives." I thought about it for a moment. "How they got the heart out. Most people will still go through the ribs to tear out a heart. They see all the hospital shows on TV and they don't think about doing it differently."
"So if we get a suspect, we ask how'd you get the heart out?"
I nodded. "The crazies will start talking about stakes. Or be vague."
"Okay," he said. Dolph looked at me. "If anyone hated the monsters, I thought it was you. How can you date one of them?"
I met his eyes this time, not flinching. "I don't know."
He closed his notebook. "Greeley's probably wondering where I took you."
"What did you whisper to him? I would have bet money that he'd have held on to me."
"Told him you were a suspect in another murder. Said I wanted to watch your reaction."
"And he bought that?"
Dolph glanced back at the body. "Close to the truth, Anita."
He had me there. "Greeley didn't seem to like me very much," I said.