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vampire learned to cope with all the sensations and needs that came with the state of being undead. That Dorothy had been released after eighteen years suggested she’d been a reasonably fast learner. “Does it list her creator on the certificate?”
    It had been law for a few decades now that everyone who underwent the ceremony to become a vampire registered their details with the Births, Deaths, and Marriages Bureau. Once they had turned, their creator then had to register their “birth.” There were still vamps who were turned illegally, of course, but the Directorate and the vampire council—both the high council and the local council—took a dim view of this and came down hard on the turnee and the turner.
    Stane glanced briefly at the screen. “Bloke by the name of Martin Cresswell. You want me to do a search on him?”
    “That would be great.” I dumped the empty Coke can into the bin, then said, “Let me know if you find anything else.”
    He nodded, his expression concerned. “Good luck.”
    “We’re going to need it.” Especially when there were only eight and a half minutes left. I glanced at Azriel. “Can you take us to Dorothy’s house?”
    He didn’t say anything, just wrapped his arms around me again. In an instant, we’d zipped through the gray fields, reappearing on the other side so quickly that my head spun and the bitter taste of bile rose up my throat again.
    “You,” he said, his voice severe as he stepped back but didn’t quite release me, “need to eat.”
    “Like I’ve got the fucking time right now.”
    “I did not mean right now.”
    “Good.” I scanned the home in front of us. It was nothing remarkable—just an ordinary brick house in a street filled with similar buildings. I pushed open a picket gate that had seen better days and ran for the front steps. There was a doorbell to the left of the door, so I leaned on it heavily, then rapped impatiently on the door itself. Inside, the chime and knocks echoed, but there was no response. If there was anyone inside, he or she was either deaf or dead.
    “There is neither life, death, nor undead inside. The house is empty.”
    I glanced at my watch. Eight minutes left. Fuck, fuck, fuck ! I closed my eyes and tried to remain calm. Tried to think . “Even if she’s not there, there may be some clue—”
    I didn’t get to finish the sentence. He just caught me in his arms again and whisked us inside. I drew in a deep breath the second we re-formed, ignoring another rush of dizziness as I sorted through the various scents in the air. Lavender and furniture polish vied for prominence with the aroma of coffee. Underneath that lay the scent of femininity, though it was far more vague than it should have been if she spent the majority of her time here. Certainly in the apartment I shared with Ilianna and Tao, the dominating scents were horse and wolf, with the tang of females coming in a close third. The masculine, incandescent scent that was Tao was a distant fourth.
    But there was no male scent here. Nothing to indicate she ever had any visitors, human or otherwise.
    I growled in frustration and waved a hand at the first couple of rooms. “I’ll search these; you search the ones at the back of the house.”
    He nodded and disappeared. I moved into the nearest room—a living room that was comfortably furnished and neat as a pin. I did a quick walk around, shifting various bits and pieces, but I couldn’t find anything that jumped up and screamed clue .
    Conscious that we were running out of time, I dashed into the room opposite. It was a bedroom—the main one, if the shoes lined up neatly along the end of the bed were any indication. I scanned the nearest bedside table, seeing nothing but change, then opened the drawers. Knickers and socks. I cursed, ran around the other side, and repeated the process. Nothing. Fuck!
    “Risa,” Azriel called. “Here!”
    I spun and ran down the hall. Azriel stood near the phone at the end