Though still beautiful, he had lost the ageless look of one who feeds upon the undead. It was likely they were still feeding on him, though. He had once overseen an entire floor of runners, but this was the second time I’d seen him working the streets since leaving.

“How’s your car, Morgan?” his beautiful voice taunted, and I bristled.

“Fine.” Anger overpowered my fatigue to make me stupid. The two techs slipped quietly out, and I heard a soft conversation and the metallic clinks of a gurney being set up.

Denon’s pupil-black eyes rose from the dead secretary. “Come to see your handiwork?” he mocked, and Jenks lit us with a burst of light.

“Move off the corpse, Jenks,” I muttered, coming out from behind the drawer to give myself room to move. “You’re getting dust all over it.”

Denon smirked, hiding his human-size teeth like the joke they were. I put my hands on my hips and tossed my hair. “Are you saying this isn’t a suicide?” I taunted, seeing a chance to irritate him. “’Cause if you say I’m responsible for her murder, I’m going to sue your little brown candy ass from here to the next Turn.”

In a smooth motion, Glenn yanked the sheet over Vanessa. He hadn’t said anything yet, which I thought was remarkable since it had been only a year ago that he thought he didn’t owe vampires any respect at all. Leave the needling to those who might survive it.

“The evidence speaks for itself.” Denon moved forward to force Glenn and Jenks back. “I’m releasing her to her next of kin for cremation. Move.”

Damn it back to the Turn, in a few hours everything would be gone. Even the paper and computer files. That’s why he was doing this at such an insane hour. By the time everyone was at work, it’d be too late. Eyes narrowing, I forced a laugh. It was bitter, and I didn’t like the sound of it. “Is that what you’re doing now?” I mocked. “You been bumped to clerk?”

Denon’s eyes tried to go black. It was stupid pushing him like this, but I felt the lack of sleep keenly, and I did have Glenn beside me. What was Denon going to do?

The rattle of the gurney intruded, and Denon swaggered forward, trying to shove Glenn away with his presence. Glenn wasn’t moving. “You can’t take her,” the FIB detective said, putting a possessive hand on the top of the door. “This has become a murder investigation.”

Denon laughed, but the two guys with the gurney hesitated and exchanged knowing looks. “It’s been ruled a suicide. You have no jurisdiction. The body is mine.”

Crap. We didn’t have anything yet, and if we didn’t find it, we’d look like fools.