Diego Tyren Quento del Favorra

- What the hell is writing to me here from the killer?

Questor Ignaz, head of the Special Squads department, slammed a sheaf of paper on the table. The sun tried to shoot through a thick curtain, but the authorities had long ago crossed the boundaries of vampire youth, and could painlessly yell at least for days on end, without fear of dawn.

- Diego, thump yours through the ashes! Did you three operatives let the suspect out of the room? In the presence of a corpse?

“Two operatives and a new mentalist,” I corrected evenly.

For precision.

"All right, two operatives," the vampire sang...