Fearless in High Heels

them to suck their blood!”

I shot him a look. “Gross.”

“Hey, the body was drained of blood,” he pointed out.

“True. But there was only one pair of bite marks on her neck. Meaning she was only drained once. If someone had been,” I cringed, nausea creeping up on me again “drinking her blood on a regular basis, there’d have been older marks.”

“Well, maybe it was a one-time thing? He paid her for one blood suck, but it got out of hand, and he sucked too much blood?”

“Can we not say the words ‘blood’ and ‘suck’ together anymore, please?” I pleaded, willing my stomach to sit still. “Besides, there’s one problem with your theory.”

“Only one,” Dana mumbled as we got back in her car.

“What problem?” Marco asked, ignoring her.

“Why kill Alexa at the club? I mean, if Sebastian really did hire her for some sort of drinking thing, it stands to reason he’d do it in the privacy of his own home. Why risk doing it at a crowded club?”

Marco pouted. “Good point. Well, whatever Alexa was into, I’m betting both Sebastian and Becca are into it up to their fangs.”

“So you guys think Becca will show up at Sebastian’s party tonight?” I asked.

Dana turned to me, her eyes suddenly gleaming with a Cagney and Lacey look I knew all too well. Though in reality, we were probably closer to Lucy and Ethel. “Oh, Maddie. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” she asked, a grin dimpling her cheeks.

“That a cheeseburger would really hit the spot right about now?”

“The party tonight! It’s our one chance to corner Becca and grill her.”

“I don’t know…” I hedged. “Maybe we should just turn all this info over to Ramirez and let the police sort it out.”

Marco scoffed. “Like the police could blend in at a vampire party.”

“They don’t have to blend, they have warrants,” I countered.

“No, Marco’s right,” Dana argued. “We’re much more likely to get info about Becca by going undercover than the police are by busting through the doors, badges drawn.”

I bit my lip. She had a point.

And she could tell she was wearing me down. “Please, Maddie,” Dana pleaded, clasping her hands together in front of her. “Ricky’s Moonlight contract is up for renewal for a third movie next week. If the club is still closed by then, I just know he’s gonna sign.”

I let out a sigh. As much as I hated the idea of walking into a possible blood drinking orgy, I had to admit that this was our best, and possibly only, chance of catching up with Becca.

“Fine,” I relented. “Let’s go rent some fangs.”

Chapter Ten

Luckily Dana knew the perfect place to get vampire attire – the set of Moonlight II: The Eternal Kiss, the sequel that half the known world was awaiting with baited breath (yours truly included) and which was currently being filmed at Sunset Studios in Hollywood.

Sunset Studios houses the biggest and best names in both television and film, and is encircled by an impenetrable wall that is so heavily guarded it makes Buckingham Palace look like a joke. Inside the paparazzi- proofed walls, the studio grounds are laid out like a small city; only the city is a little schizo. There are streets of Brooklyn brownstones butting up against suburban tree-lined neighborhoods, right next to a futuristic post- apocalyptic town that also doubles as the old west, depending on which production is currently shooting. Dana and I had once gone undercover to help in one of Ramirez’s investigations here, and I’d gotten lost wandering the pseudo neighborhoods on more than one occasion.

Today, however, we did not need to go undercover as, thanks to Dana’s movie star boyfriend, she was on The List. One look at her ID and the guard at the massive iron gates waved us through, indicating parking in a lot just to the right, where we quickly traded her Mustang out for a golf cart, the studio’s main method of transport.

Moonlight II was being shot in the Brooklyn neighborhood, today, a rare daylight scene involving Lila and Daniel being forced to walk among mortals to find a magic potion that turns vampires into humans for just long enough for them to consummate their relationship. (A scene which Dana was not looking forward to. Rumor had it Ava had been paid extra to go full frontal.) We parked our cart on the edge of the set, then walked in, stepping between camera tracks, lighting racks, and microphone cords to a pair of white trailers set against the storefront of an Italian deli. “Ricky Montgomery” was taped to the door of the first in block letters, “Ava Martinez” on the other. Dana spared one dirty look at door number two before knocking on door number one.

A dirty look that, as it turns out, she could have delivered in person, as Ava opened the door to Ricky’s trailer a beat later.

She blinked, batting long, fake eyelashes at us. “Yeah?” Ava asked, unceremoniously.

“We’re here to see Ricky,” Dana informed her.

“And you are?”

Dana’s teeth gnashed together. “His girlfriend.”

“Oh.” Ava gave Dana slow up and down, doing a hot-girl-to-hot-girl assessment. “I see. Well, I guess you can come in then,” she said, standing back to allow us entry.

I could tell it took all Dana had not to elbow the stick figure out the door as she passed by her. Very big of her, really.

I, on the other hand, actually was very big and did end up knocking into Ava in the tiny trailer doorway. Just a little.

“Sorry,” I mumbled. “Bun in the oven.”

“I can see that,” Ava responded, eyes flickering to The Bump. “What’s that in your bag?”

“Nothing. Just a baby.”

She frowned and opened her mouth to respond, but never got the chance as Ricky emerged from the back room.

“What a surprise! What’s my favorite gal doing here?” he asked, moving in to give Dana a peck on the cheek.

While Ricky’s image on the big screen made moviegoers across the world swoon, I had to say that the in- person version was even more spectacular. He was tall – well over six feet – had broad shoulders, slim hips, and every inch of his body was hard muscle, attesting to his gym-rat status. His hair was black at the moment, long and lose to his shoulders. Which might have been a little too early-Banderas to be sexy had his skin not been tinted a pale white that was so ethereal, the entire look was kind of mesmerizing. I could see why girls were hot for him. I firmly gave my own over-active hormones a down-girl talk as I perched myself on the edge of his sofa.

Marco sighed beside me, echoing my own thoughts as he whispered, “God, that man is hot.”

“Smokin’.” I nodded, watching Dana return Ricky’s hello with a kiss. I noticed that she included a little tongue for Ava’s benefit.

“Wow, nice to see you too,” Ricky said once she let him come up for air. “To what do I owe this surprise visit?”

“Can’t a girl come visit her boyfriend?” Dana asked. Though whether she was talking to Ricky or Ava, I wasn’t totally clear.

“If that’s the kind of hello I get, you can visit any time,” Ricky said, still grinning.

Dana shot Ava a look that said round one had clearly gone to her.

Ava narrowed her eyes. “Actually, Ricky and I were kind of in the middle of something, so maybe this isn’t the best time.”

“I’m sure it can wait,” Dana shot back.

“I don’t think so. It’s very important.”

“What could be that important?”