I'm in the back of the office for only a few minutes.

I'm researching the web for any information or folklore on succubus.

Or was it succubi?

Yeah, fauc if I knew.

What I did know was that my captain needed. I, yeah, if I knew.

What I did know was that my captain needed to be informed of the situation.

The vampire council didn't want us lowly humans to know what other nightmares existed out there in the darkness.

And I had a feeling if the captain found out about this from anyone else,

I'd find myself working sanitation for the rest of my life.

I was just about to head for... for the rest of my life.

I was just about to head for his office when the phone began to shrill.

Before I could grab it up, it had been answered by the ever-present Donna, who had already

made herself right at home in the far corner of the room,

desks, swivel chair and all.

Prater Natural Squad, she chimed in.

How may I assist you?

I couldn't help but roll my eyes, wondering if this new schedule actually considered the need

to sleep.

Yes, Detective, she continued.

I should tell him right away.

Hanging up the phone, she turned to me.

That was Detective Hawking.

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