Zee frowned.
"For an evil bloodsucker, he's not a bad sort." High praise from Zee.
"And yes, there is magic here, but nothing I'm familiar with." "Samuel thinks Stefan will be all right." Tony turned the corner in his unmarked car, which was discreetly police modified with extra mirrors, a few extra antennae, and a bar of lights along the back window, hidden from the casual eye by extra- dark glass.
He slowed when he caught sight of the damage.
He pulled up next to us and opened the door.
"You decorating for Christmas early, Mercy?" Tony could blend in even better than I did.
Today he looked like a Hispanic cop ...
like the poster child for Hispanic cops, handsome and clean-cut.
When he was playing drug dealer, he did it better than the real thing.
I'd first met him playing a homeless man.
There was nothing magic or supernatural about him, but the man was a chameleon.
I glanced at the building again.
He was right.
If you didn't pay any attention to the words, it had a sort of Christmasy look to it.
The green paint tended to be short top to bottom but long front side to side.
The red paint was fat and closed up.
It looked sort of like garlands with red balls hanging down.
There was even "Ho, ho, ho," if you skipped around a little and deleted an "e" on the last "ho." Our green painter had a limited vocabulary and occasionally mixed up a professional working woman with a garden implement.
"Not really Christmasy thoughts," I told Tony.
"But the colors are right.
Actually, if the white wasn't so dingy, it would almost look festive--like that little Mexican restaurant in Pasco--the one with the really hot salsa." The fresh colors made the original paint job look tired.
"Your boyfriend still got surveillance video going?" "Yes, but I don't know how to run it." "I do," said Zee.
"Let's go take a look." I glanced at him.
Vampires, remember? We don't want the nice human cops to see the vampires.
He gave me a bland look that clearly said, If the vampires were clumsy enough to get caught by the cameras, that was their problem.
I couldn't object out loud, but if the vampires made themselves obvious, it would be Tony who was in danger.
Well, I thought as I led the way into the office, at least vampires looked like everyone else.
As long as they didn't display their fangs for the camera--or throw a car around--it was unlikely they'd be spotted for what they were.
And if it was obvious ...
Tony wasn't stupid.