2 Living Dead in Dallas

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appropriately grave. He bent down the comers of his mouth to show serious concern. "The body of
twenty-one-year-old Bethany Rogers was found behind the Silent Shore Hotel, famous for being Dallas's
first hotel catering to the undead. Rogers had been killed by a single gunshot wound to the head. Police
described the murder as 'execution-style.' Detective Tawny Kelner told our reporter that police are
following up several leads." The screen image shifted from the artificially grim face to a genuinely grim
one. The detective was in her forties, I thought, a very short woman with a long braid down her back.
The camera shot swiveled to include the reporter, a small dark man with a sharply tailored suit.
"Detective Kelner, is it true that Bethany Rogers worked at a vampire bar?"
The detective's frown grew even more formidable. "Yes, that's true," she said. "However, she was
employed as a waitress, not an entertainer." An entertainer? What did entertainers do at the Bat's Wing?
"She had only been working there a couple of months."
"Doesn't the site used to dump her body indicate that there's some kind of vampire involvement?" The
reporter was more persistent than I would've been.
"On the contrary, I believe the site was chosen to send a message to the vampires," Kelner snapped,
and then looked as if she regretted speaking. "Now, if you'll excuse me . . ."
"Of course, detective," the reporter said, a little dazed. "So, Tom," and he turned to face the camera, as
if he could see through it back to the anchor in the station, "that's a provocative issue."
Huh?
The anchor realized the reporter wasn't making any sense, too, and quickly moved to another topic.
Poor Bethany was dead, and there wasn't anyone I could discuss that with. I pushed back tears; I hardly
felt I had a right to cry for the girl. I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to Bethany Rogers last
night after she'd been led from the room at the vampire nest. If there'd been no fang marks, surely a
vampire hadn't killed her. It would be a rare vampire who could pass up the blood.
Sniffling from repressed tears and miserable with dismay, I sat on the couch and hunted through my
purse to find a pencil. At last, I unearthed a pen. I used it to scratch up under the wig. Even in the
air-conditioned dark of the hotel, it itched. In thirty minutes, there was a knock at the door. Once again, I
looked through the peephole. There was Arturo again, with garments draped across his arm.
"We'll return the ones you don't want," he said, handing me the bundle. He tried not to stare at my hair.
"Thanks," I said, and tipped him. I could get used to this in a hurry.
It wasn't long until I was supposed to be meeting the Ayres guy, Isabel's honey bun. Dropping the robe
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where I stood, I looked at what Arturo'd brought me. The pale peachy blouse with the off-white flowers,
that would do, and the skirt . . . hmmm. He hadn't been able to find denim, apparently, and the two he'd
brought were khaki. That would be all right, I figured, and I pulled one on. It looked too tight for the
effect I needed, and I was glad he'd brought another style. It was just right for the image. I slid my feet
into flat sandals, put some tiny earrings in my pierced ears, and I was good to go. I even had a battered
straw purse to carry with the ensemble. Unfortunately, it was my regular purse. But it fit right in. I
dumped out my identifying items, and wished I had thought of that earlier instead of at the last minute. I
wondered what other crucial safety measures I might have forgotten.
I stepped out into the silent corridor. It was exactly as it had been the night before. There were no
mirrors and no windows, and the feeling of enclosure was complete. The dark red of the carpet and the
federal blue, red, and cream of the wallpaper didn't help. The elevator snicked open when I touched the
call button, and I rode down by myself. No elevator music, even. The Silent Shore was living up to its
name.
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