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lines of “and he killed other prets” but remembered at the last second that Tori didn’t know everything that transpired before that fateful day. She wasn’t aware that Tobias had taken the rift device from the vampire who’d attacked Nix.
    “Tobias carries no blame in this. He did what he had to in order to save her life.” Her lips tightened a moment. “The responsibility lies with the vampire who attacked her.”
    For a second Dante mused about how much like the Old West the laws of the other dimension seemed, at least those he’d heard about. An eye for an eye. Deal fairly with other men and you’d have no worries. But cross someone and you’d have more trouble than you could safely navigate.
    He looked at Tori. One of the things he liked so much about her was her strength of character. Her confidence. She was full steam ahead, no holds barred. He knew she’d be the same way in bed.
    His cock jerked. Damn it. He had to get his mind off of sex and on the job. “I think I’m going to head back to the station and file my report.”
    “Okay.” Tori took her hands out of her pockets. “I should probably head on over to the council and make my own report.” A smile tipped up her lips. “I’ll see you later.”
    He watched her leave, her hips swinging with long strides that really shouldn’t look as feminine as they did, but there it was. Tori was a compilation of contradictions, soft yet strong, feminine yet brutally wild.
    Dante walked over to his heavy-duty pickup and climbed behind the wheel. As he started up the diesel engine, he noticed the fuel gauge hovered near the empty indicator. Damn. While he needed this truck to haul his horse trailer, he really should drive something else for work. And it wasn’t as if the department offered unmarked vehicles for their Special Case detectives. The city felt it was the council’s place to provide cars and the council had decided it wasn’t, since the Special Case squad was made up of human detectives.
    Meantime, said human detectives were left to their own devices. He could feed the citizenry of a small country with what he paid in gas every week. Mileage reimbursement from the department helped, but that still allowed him to recoup only half of his fuel expenditures.
    Maybe it was time to buy that sweet little ride he’d had his eye on. He really couldn’t afford it, but he couldn’t afford to keep driving his truck, either. The car he was looking at needed some TLC, but once he fixed what needed fixing, put a modified engine in it so he’d get decent gas mileage, and got a new coat of paint on it, that ’69 Charger would be ready to go.
    He eyed Tori’s small vehicle as she pulled away from the scene. He sure as hell wasn’t going to drive a little matchbox car like she did. He wanted something with room, preferably a backseat.
    Of course, thinking of Tori and a backseat led to thoughts of Tori in his backseat and sent his libido into overdrive. His randy cock flexed, aching for relief. “Down, boy,” he muttered, and pulled out of the lot. By the time he reached the Downtown District’s station, an inner recitation of the department’s ten-codes had alleviated his problem.
    As he walked into the patrol squad room he slipped his keys into his pocket. He headed toward the smaller room where the Special Case team was housed, only to be stopped by his boss.
    “MacMillan. In my office.” Captain Scott beckoned him with the waggle of two fingers.
    “Whatcha do this time?” one of the uniforms muttered.
    Dante shrugged and changed direction. He’d worked with Captain Scott for five years now, from the time he’d made detective. When Scott had volunteered to have the newly minted Special Case squad housed under him, he’d pushed for Dante to join the team. Now, as Dante walked into the captain’s office, Scott motioned for him to close the door.
    “Have a seat,” the older man said as he sat down in his swivel chair.
    Dante dropped into one