"Okay, I'm shivering. Properly cowed. Now, what do you want?"

Not that I couldn't guess. They probably wanted a confession that I'd killed the governor, a motive, etc., but I intended to clam up and then get the hell out of Dodge. Bones would be coming soon, I had no doubt, and along with my mother, we'd go into hiding. There were still two vampires who'd gotten away, and it would be too dangerous for my mother to remain in public in case there was retribution after the bloodbath Bones and I had unleashed. Both vampire and political.

"You're a college student, getting excellent grades as well, from what we saw. Do you like literary quotes?"

Okay, an intelligence quiz. Not what I'd expected, but I would play along. "Depends."

Don pulled up a chair without invitation and sat next to my bedside. Bradley remained standing, his hand fingering the butt of his gun pointedly.

"How about this one from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes: When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth."

A warning shiver went through me. These two weren't giving off dangerous vibes, so I didn't think they were more of Oliver's or Hennessey's goons, but they obviously weren't to be taken lightly, either.

"What about it?"

"Catherine, I'm head of a division that investigates the unnatural occurrences of homicides. Now, most people think that every homicide is unnatural in nature, but you and I know they can go even deeper than humanity's wrath against humanity, don't we?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Don ignored that. "Our division isn't publicly recognized by the Bureau. In fact, we're a combination of CIA, FBI, and the armed forces. One of the few times those groups work in harmony. That's why I selected Mr. Bradley as my backup and not some rookie fresh out of basic. He's been training to head up a new unit of soldiers to fight a very special kind of battle. One that has been waged under our noses on our own soil for centuries. You know of what I speak, Catherine, and you know it better than anyone else. Let's quit being coy. I'm talking about vampires."

Holy Mary, Mother of God, he'd just said the V-word. Now I was more than wary-I was stricken.

"Aren't you a little old to believe in vampires, Don?" Perhaps I could brazen it out. Maybe he was just fishing with a very big piece of bait.

Don didn't smile now. His expression was granite. "I've examined many strange bodies over the course of my career. Bodies that were dated to be anywhere from a hundred years old to a thousand, and yet were dressed in modern clothes. Now, that could be explained away, but their pathology can't. Their DNA contained a mutation never before documented in human or animal history. Every so often, we'd run across one of these unusual corpses, and the mystery behind them deepened. That house last night was littered with those abnormal bodies, and so was the governor's. It was the largest cache of such bodies we've ever come across, but do you know what our greatest find was? You."

Don's tone lowered. "I've spent the last six hours reading every scrap of material I could find about you. Your mother reported a date rape a little more than twenty-two years ago and told of an implausible attacker who drank her blood. She was considered to be overwrought and the details were ignored. Then you were born five months later. And they never caught the perpetrator of that crime."

"What of it? My mother was hysterical from the trauma of being raped."

"I disagree. Your mother told the exact truth, except no one would ever believe her. Certain details she described were too specific. The sudden glowing of eyes to green, fangs protruding, incredible strength and speed, things she never could have heard anywhere else. Where her story differs from all others is that she gave birth to you. You, who according to Pathology have the same strain of mutation in your blood as our mysterious corpses. Less potency but no difference in the genetic structure. You see, Catherine, I'm honored to meet you because I've been looking for someone like you my entire career. You're one of them and yet not one of them, the offspring of a human and a vampire. That makes you the most valuable find in centuries."

Motherfucker. I should have run for it at the governor's house, bullets be damned.

"That's quite a story, but many people have rare blood types and psychotic mothers. I assure you, I am no different than any other girl my age. Furthermore, there is no such thing as vampires."

Even my voice sounded steady. Bones would be so proud.

"Is that so?" Don stood and nodded to Tate Bradley. "Sergeant, I'm about to give you a direct order. Carry it out at once. Shoot Miss Crawfield in the head, right between the eyes."

Whoa. I sprang off the bed and tore the metal bed rail from its welded perch, swinging it at the hand that raised the gun at me. There was a crack of broken bones. In the same smooth motion, I kneecapped Don while ripping the gun out of Bradley's hand and holding it firmly to his head.

"I am so sick of being shot, and someone should tell you guys to have a little more respect for hospitals!"

Don, face first on the floor, pushed slowly over to look up at me. The expression on his face was pure satisfaction.

"You're just a normal girl and there's no such thing as vampires, right? That was the most amazing thing I've ever seen. You were only a blur. Tate didn't even have time to aim."

Tate Bradley's heart pumped at an accelerated rhythm and the beginnings of fear leaked out of his pores. Somehow I knew being afraid wasn't a normal condition for him.

"What do you want, Don?" So this was his little test, and I'd passed with flying colors.

"Will you please release Tate? You can keep the gun, not that you need it. Clearly you're stronger without it than he was with it. Consider it a sign of goodwill."

"What's to stop me from making my own sign of goodwill through his brains?" Maliciously. "Or yours?"

"Because I have an offer you'll want to hear. If I'm dead, it's harder for me to talk."

Well, score one for him for keeping calm in a crisis. Abruptly I released Bradley and shoved him across the room. He slipped and slid on the floor next to Don.

There was a knock at the door. "Sir, is everything all right in there?" The guard sounded worried, but he didn't peer inside.

"Just fine. Keep your post, no visitors. Don't open that door until you're told." Don's voice was confident and strong, belying the flash of pain in his eyes from his knees.

"What if you'd been wrong? If GI Joe here had plugged a hole in my head? That would've been hard to explain."