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that mentioned vampires wouldn’t hold up in court.”
    “Of course it wouldn’t.” Richard smiled. “And I think when David and his sister calm down, they’ll realize that. They got into his papers without consulting a lawyer. One look at the terms and sibling rivalry kicked in. Unfortunately, Westwood set up a timeline in his will. If he’s not avenged within a certain time frame, the bulk of his estate goes to some charity—the Save the World from Vampires Fund. A crock, of course. Run by one of his hunting buddies.” Richard was on the fund’s Web site.
    “Listen to this: ‘Our mission is to hunt down and exterminate the fanged monsters who prey on innocent victims for their blood. Membership in our organization is free to any who share our core values. For information on special vampire-hunting equipment, click on the following links.’ Then there’s a list of places where you can buy things like stakes, holy water and crosses, the usual foolishness.”
    “Not Westwood’s special goggles, I hope.” I hated those things. He’d developed goggles with lenses that could identify a vampire by the lack of a mortal’s normal body heat. The worst was that he’d had a pair that looked like regular sunglasses. It made my usual blending into crowds impossible.
    “No, I don’t see them here.” Richard glanced at me. “Guess he didn’t want to share all his trade secrets. But his crossbow and olive wood arrows are here. Expensive as hell.”
    I shuddered and scratched my back. “Thanks a lot.”
    “Glory, mia amica . We will take them out. Set a trap and make these Westwoods vanish. Sì? ” Flo put her arm around me.
    “No, like Richard said, we need for them to see this will is bogus. No court would let it stand. And so far Westwood is just missing, unless they found his body. David have any thoughts about that, Richard?” I swallowed, thinking about it.
    “He hired a private firm to search the area the bodyguards told him about. Didn’t want to involve the police because Dad was always low-profile and it wasn’t unusual for him to go off on hunts for months at a time without communicating. He did always arrange to sign important financial documents though. That’s what got the kids’ attention this time. Bottom line, David didn’t want his father’s vampire obsession made public.”
    “If he doesn’t want the vamp stuff public, he should get that Web site you’re looking at taken down.” I felt like I wore a target on my itchy back.
    Richard suddenly swore, using words I’d never heard from the former priest.
    “What is it?” Flo and I ran to stand behind him.
    He started to slam the laptop shut, then shook his head. “You’re right. This site has to come down. But not to protect Westwood. No one should see these pictures. They’re sickening.”
    “Ricardo?” Flo put her arms around him. “ Caro , you’re scaring us.”
    “It’s Westwood’s ‘Kills.’” Richard stared at me. “You should never regret ending that worthless sod’s life, Gloriana. Look.” He lifted the screen and clicked the mouse. There was a gallery of photos. He double clicked, and we could see Westwood standing with his crossbow, his foot on the body of a man who’d been shot in the chest, the arrow still in his heart.
    “Oh, my God!” I felt sick as Richard enlarged the photo. In Westwood’s bloody palm were two fangs. Tears filled my eyes. “Do you think . . . could Jerry’s friend Mac Tavish be there?”
    “Look away, Glory. Ricardo, shut that damned computer right now!” Flo led me from Richard’s side as she muttered Italian curses under her breath. “He’s there, cara . I saw him. But you don’t need to. Eight men, four women. Bastardo! I recognized . . .” Her voice caught. “I knew at least six of them, maybe more if I had time to study.” More bitter Italian.
    I turned, and we held each other as we cried. I’d never seen Flo cry. Richard wrapped his arms around both of us. We stood