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the others to do likewise and step back. They backed away from the door and prepared to shoot as Ciprian knocked.
    They waited.
    He knocked again.
    Nothing.
    He banged hard. It brought out a neighbour who was surprised to find five armed policeman all poised for a shootout. The neighbour said they hadn’t seen or heard anyone there for a few days and asked if they wanted the landlady’s telephone number.
    They all sighed in unison.
    “Please,” Ciprian answered.

    ----- X -----

    Lupescu stared through his office window slowly drawing on a cigarette. The room was lit with a single desk lamp, dark and subdued. There was no guilty culprit sitting around. That was what he’d expected. Most of the police knew this stuff by superstition and reputation and none of them really believed in vampires. Of course the word ‘vampire’ was nothing but a label, a moniker for a violent and random act. Lupescu knew there had to be some truth in it somewhere.
    Noua, just like the last two times. One of the big reasons that Noua was so cheap and filled with poor people was the belief in devil forests. There was a local superstition of men becoming vampires and people only lived there because they couldn’t afford a place in the city of Brasov.
    The back wall of the office was a bookcase of dark mahogany with crafted glass doors. It was the type of case to hold antique books and was a fine piece of workmanship made during communist times. Lupescu unlocked the case, located the file he needed and sat down with it on his desk.
    The title read, Aberantă Violente Incidente
    Reporting guidelines. There had to be something in this vampire legend in Noua. Three incidents at least in the space of his career. This stuff didn’t happen elsewhere in Brasov.
    Lupescu flipped through the folder wishing he didn’t have to. He wanted to report this when it was all wrapped up and final, not whilst the investigation was ongoing.
    He didn’t even know what he was supposed to say. The half-baked forensic investigation could tell him no more than Nealla Stolojan’s body was frozen solid. Time of death was impossible to determine. For all they knew he could have been there for a month.
    The only thing the forensics team did of genuine merit was accidentally discover a second body. Nealla’s sidekick Raul Ponta had also met his end out there. In Raul’s case, the killing seemed controlled, a few precise knife wounds to the neck, but Nealla was quartered by a maniac who enjoyed the sight of blood. Lupescu had put a few extra officers aside to help the forensic team pick through the area just to make sure there weren’t any more bodies in the immediate vicinity. Nothing would make them look more inept than discovering a third body after the fact.
    Lupescu dialled a telephone number. A serious sounding woman answered on the second ring. “Bună dimineata,” the woman said. “Institutul de Cercetare Psihopatologice.”
    Institute of Psychopathological Research. What the hell did that even mean?
    “Bună,” Lupescu said. “This is Comisar de Poliţie Brasov, Ion Lupescu. I wish to report an ongoing A.V.I.”
    “Ongoing?” the lady asked.
    “We have two murders that meet A.V.I. criteria. We do not have a suspect or obvious perpetrator.”
    “One moment, Officer Lupescu, I will transfer you to Dr. Noica directly.”

    ----- X -----

    By late afternoon darkness had consumed the squat. The window was boarded up with corrugated steel plates and the slight wave at the top allowed the tiniest light to spill in from the street. Paul thought it best to block the window entirely before turning on any lights. The home must look abandoned from the street.
    The bed and mattress were wet and he’d muscled them out into the back yard. He’d brought dry bedding down from one of the bedsits, but the place was still damp. With nothing to do he climbed into the bed and set his laptop on his legs.
    He was in a strange bed, in a strange room, with odd smells and a