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Mosley's home.
    Josie put down the oxygen mask, noting the look of concern from Jimmy when she did so. "I'm fine."
    She turned to the Colonel. "Sir, I don't think he was the killer."
    As Alvarro and Jimmy started to protest, Kenslir held up a hand. "I'm inclined to agree. Ms. Wallach?"
    Javi frowned at the detective—he clearly wasn't a member of the Colonel's team. But orders were orders. "There have been six other murders around the world before Mr. Katz. This security guard could not have committed them all."
    Alvarro let out a long sigh. "So this was for nothing? Our suspect is dead and we have no other leads? And what exactly was he, a vampire?"
    "I don't think so," Josie said. "A vampire, I mean. The sunlight didn't seem to affect him. And I did put a table leg through his heart."
    "Thanks for that, by the way," Alvarro said. He barely suppressed a shudder, remembering how Mosley had sent him hurling across the room, breaking his ribs. The next instant, the vampire was on him, ready to sink his elongated canine teeth into the detective's neck. Until Josie had put a broken table leg into Mosley's back.
    Javi kept watching the Colonel out of the corner of her eye, unsure how much she should say.
    "We do have one more lead," Kenslir said. "Another potential target, here in Miami."
    "Where?" Pam Keegan asked, walking up to the group.
    "Pam, you and Jimmy will go pick up Mr. Greenberg and escort him back to the Tower. We'll place him under guard for tonight. Address will be in your TTVs."
    Kenslir glanced down at Jimmy's bare feet. "You've got a change of clothes in the van," he said and handed Jimmy a keyring.
    "Tonight?" Alvarro asked. "What's tonight?"
    "The attacks have all taken place in the dead of night," Javi said. She didn't trust any of the people present—no telling which of them was a parahuman and which wasn't.
    "We're going to set up some surveillance on the other target's home."
    "Count me in," Alvarro said, wincing as he finally got his shirt on.
    "You don't look like you're in any condition to do much," Javi commented.
    "I'll and avoid any heavy lifting," Alvarro said. "You need eyes, and mine still work."
    "So we do think there's more vampires out there?" Jimmy asked. He clenched and unclenched his fists, eager for a rematch.
    "I'm not so sure that's what we're dealing with," Kenslir said, looking to Josie.
    "I'm not sure I want to know what else is out there," Alvarro said, buttoning up his shirt. "Werewolves, vampires, people made of stone."
    "Stone?" Javi asked
    "Josie, I'd like you to accompany Detective Sierra to the hospital, check on Detective Harris and get yourself checked out."
    Josie bristled. "I'm fine, I just overexerted my-" She stopped talking when the Colonel gave her one of his parental stares.
    "Then what?" she asked.
    "I think it's time we had an expert examine Mr. Mosley's remains."

CHAPTER SEVEN
     
     
     
     
     
    "So what is this place?" Javi asked once they'd walked through another large blast door. It was on another sub-level of the military's office building.
    Instead of a small, vault-like chamber like the one she'd awakened in earlier, this chamber was enormous. Three stories high and over a hundred feet across. All around the large chamber were desks, work stations, medical cabinets and the various pieces of equipment she would have expected to find in a hospital. All the more out of place given what was in the middle of the chamber.
    A large pool of water, at least fifty feet across dominated the chamber. It was crystal clear with a platform stretching across it like a bridge. On the platform were four medical stations, each with what looked like surgical tables.
    "Your superiors wanted full disclosure in exchange for your assistance— quid pro quo , you called it," Kenslir said. "Welcome to the Fountain of Youth."
    On the edge of the Fountain, near some work stations, three people were talking, two in long white labcoats, one in surgical scrubs. A wheel chair was at the