Chapter 27
Sunlight was flooding in through the long windows at the police station, and Detective Myron Baker was running out of reasons to stick around. His shift had ended fifteen minutes prior, Pete had gone home, and once again the portly policeman found himself pretending to finish up reports he'd already fully typed and submitted. Once again, he didn't want to go home. Once again, he was allowing his irrational fear to get the best of him. His thoughts kept drifting back to the woods south of Wallgrave, and the pale corpse of the young man they'd found there. The word vampire rolled around his mind like a spiked flail, disturbing his thoughts wherever its sharp teeth bit. He snapped out of his reverie as a passing officer's radio crackled to life. “Calling unit four-oh-two,” came the dispatch
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