"Why would the hate groups single out this vampire?"
"His wife's pregnant," I said.
"Another vampire?" Dolph asked.
I shook my head. "Human."
Dolph's eyes widened just a fraction. It was the most surprise I'd ever seen from him. Dolph, like most cops, doesn't ruffle easily.
"Pregnant? And the vampire is the father?"
"Yes," I said.
He shook his head. "Yeah, that might earn him a starring roll on the hate group hit parade. Tell me about vampire reproduction, Anita."
"First, I need to call Jean-Claude."
"Why?"
"Warn him," I said. "I agree this probably is something personal to Robert. You're right. Humans First especially would kill him in a heartbeat, but just in case, I want to warn Jean-Claude." I had another thought. "Maybe that's why someone wanted me dead."
"What do you mean?"
"If they want to harm Jean-Claude, killing me would be a good way to do it."
"I think half a million dollars is a little steep for bumping off someone's girlfriend." He shook his head. "That kind of money is personal, Anita. Someone's afraid of you, not your toothy boyfriend."
"Two hired killers in two days, Dolph, and I still don't know why." I stared up at him. "If I don't figure this thing out, I'll be dead."
He touched my shoulder. "We'll help you. Cops are good for some things, even if the monsters won't talk to us."
"Thanks, Dolph." I patted his hand. "Did you really believe Reynolds when she said I could have done this?"
He straightened, then met my eyes. "For a second, yes. After that, it was a matter of listening to my detective. We hired her so she could help out on the preternatural stuff. It would be stupid to ignore her on her first case."
Not to mention demoralizing, I thought. "Okay, but did you really think I was capable of doing that?" I motioned towards the body.
"I've seen you stake vamps, Anita. I've seen you decapitate them. Why not this?"
"Because Robert was alive while they carved open his chest. Until they removed his heart, he was alive. Hell, when they took his heart, I'm not sure how long he might have lived. Vampires are strange when it comes to death wounds. Sometimes they linger."
"Is that why they didn't take his head? So he'd suffer more?"
"Maybe," I said. "Jean-Claude needs to be told, in case it is a threat," I repeated.
"I'll have someone call."
"You don't trust me to tell him?"
"Leave it alone, Anita."
For once I did what he asked. Even a year ago I wouldn't have trusted anyone dating a vampire. I'd have assumed they were corrupt. Sometimes, I still assumed that. "Fine, just call him now. Be bad if Jean-Claude got wasted while we were debating who should warn him."
Dolph motioned one of the uniforms over. He scribbled something in his notebook, tore the page out, folded it, and handed it to the uniform. "Take this to Detective Perry."
The uniform left, note in hand.
Dolph glanced back at his notes. "Now, tell me about vampire reproduction." He stared at what he'd written in his notebook. "Even saying that sounds wrong."
"Newly dead males often have leftover sperm from before death. That's the most common. Doctors recommend you wait six weeks before sex after you've become a vampire, sort of like after a vasectomy. Those babies are usually healthy. Being fertile is a lot rarer in older vamps. Frankly, until I saw Robert and his wife at a party, I didn't know vamps as old as he is could make babies."
"How old was Robert?"
"A century and some change."
"Can female vamps get pregnant?" he asked.
"Sometimes with the newly dead it happens, but the body spontaneously aborts or reabsorbs the baby. A dead body can't give life." I hesitated.
"What?" Dolph asked.
"There have been two reported cases of an older female vampire giving birth." I shook my head. "It wasn't pretty, and it certainly wasn't human."
"Did the babies survive?"
"For a while," I said. "The case that's the best documented was from the early 1900s. Back when Dr. Henry Mulligan was trying to find a cure for vampirism in the basement of Old Saint Louis City Hospital. One of his patients had given birth. Mulligan thought it was a sign that life was returning to her body. The baby had been born with a full set of pointed teeth and been more cannibal than vampire. Doctor Mulligan carried a scar on his wrist from the delivery until the day he died, which was about three years later when one of his patients crushed his face."
Dolph stared down at his notebook. "I write it all down. But frankly, this is one bit of information I hope I never have to use. They killed the baby, didn't they?"
"Yes," I said. "Before you ask, the father was not mentioned. The implication is that the father was human and may even have been Dr. Mulligan himself. Vampires can't make babies without a human partner, as far as we know."
"Nice to know humans are good for something besides blood," he said.
I shrugged. "I guess." Truthfully the thought of giving birth to a child with severe Vlad syndrome scared the hell out of me. I never planned on ha**ng s*x with Jean-Claude, but if it ever came up, we were definitely taking precautions. No spontaneous sex, unless it included a condom.
Something must have shown on my face, because he asked, "Penny for your thoughts."
"Just glad I have high moral standards, I guess. Like I said, until I saw Robert and his wife, I thought a vampire over a century was sterile. And considering the length of time you'd have to keep the vamp's body temperature up"--I shook my head--"I don't see how it could be accidental. But they both claimed it was. She hasn't even gotten their amnio results back yet."
"Amnio test for what?" he asked.
"Vlad syndrome," I said.
"Is she healthy enough to stand up under this kind of news?" he asked.
I shrugged. "She looked fine, but I'm no expert. I'd say she shouldn't be told over the phone, and she probably shouldn't be alone. I just don't know."
"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?"