Blood Trail

work."

    "Yeah. I bet you do." The engine roared as Celluci gunned the car past a transport. "And you probably had more to do with that ... that ... thing, we ran into last spring than either of you are telling me."

    "Perhaps."

    "Perhaps nothing." Celluci ran one hand up through his hair. "Look, Vicki, you can get involved with as many ghoulies and ghosties and things that go bump in the night," he shot another look at Henry, "as you want. But from now on keep me out of it."

    "No one invited you into it," Henry pointed out quietly before Vicki could respond.

    "You should be damned glad I showed up!"

    "Should we?"

    "Yeah, you should."

    "Perhaps you'd care to elaborate on that, Detective-Sergeant."

    "Perhaps I would."

    Vicki sighed, settled back, and closed her eyes. It was going to be a long ride home.