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February 21, 2008

LJ: An Unexpected Sequel

"Good morning, Mr. Drake. How may I help you this morning?"

The SPF 50 I wore reeked, but this was a lead meant to be followed. "The blood you sold me last night... it's tainted."

He looked legitimately concerned. "Tainted? How?"

"It's spiked with garlic."

Concern became horror. "My apologies, Mr. Drake! I'll replace it at once!" He reached for the bag, but I grabbed his wrist to stop him.

"I don't care about that," I whispered. "I want to know whose blood this is. I have a feeling I've been trying to find this motherfucker for a month now."

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