First Drop of Crimson (Night Huntress World, #1)

by Jeaniene Frost

And now he was being photographed, printed, and processed as a murder victim. Why couldn’t the citizens of New York go back to not caring when they stumbled across a body? Everyone had to be such a Good Samaritan nowadays. It took another hour of him lying there, waiting for the coppers to finish with him, until Spade was zipped inside a body bag and wheeled into an ambulance. He waited until the ambulance was well away from the park before ripping the heavy plastic with a fang and pulling it open. “Jesus!” A white-faced paramedic stared at him, shock and horror competing on his face. Spade yanked the knife out of his throat, tucked it into his trousers, and gave the lad a cool smile. “Not nearly, mate.”

a third person emerged from inside the speedboat. “Hallo, mate,” Ian said, giving Spade a cheery wave. Spade felt a smile stretch his lips. “Ian!” he exclaimed in an equally cheerful voice. Then he jumped across the boat and punched him hard enough to send Ian catapulting into the ocean.

Bones soundlessly came through the door a moment later, startling her. “He’s so bloody pissed, he can hardly walk,” he announced. Denise knew enough English slang by now to know that didn’t mean Ian was mad, and there was only one thing that could inebriate a vampire. Had Nathanial been in Web’s house? Or had Ian gotten the Red Dragon from a vial, as Black Jack distributed it? “I’m very good at integral and differential calculus,” Ian continued to sing, interrupted by a crash and then, “Where’d that bloody statue come from? Er, imitation anyway. I know the scientific names of beings animalculous…”