Fearless in High Heels

Sebastian stopped walking abruptly, turning me around to face him. His eyes shone eerily in the moonlight, making me involuntarily lean back.

“We all have something to hide, Mrs. Springer,” he said, his voice flat and low.

And with that, he turned and left me standing on the paved drive as he walked back through the mahogany front doors of his Castle of Creepiness.

Despite my disappointment at getting more questions than answers from him, I did a shiver of relief at being out of there, then quickly power-walked over to the car.

“Are you okay?” Marco hissed as soon as I had the doors open. “I saw you talking with the vampire. God, he was leaning so close to you that I was sure he was going to dig right into your neck.”

“I’m fine,” I answered. Even though a teeny tiny part of me might have shared his fear.

“Good. Here,” he said, passing me my tote bag again.

I took it, feeling a distinctly soggy spot at the bottom. “What happened to it?”

“I think your fake baby may have wet itself.”

I peeked inside. Sure enough, there was a wet stain in the front of Baby-So-Lifelike’s yellow onesie. Fab.

I was just drying off the tubes of lipgloss at the bottom of my tote with a fast-food napkin from the glove box when Dana pulled the door open, sliding into the driver’s seat, her breath coming hard.

“Did you catch her?” I asked, hoping at least our entire evening hadn’t been a bust.

She shook her head, panting as she tried to catch her breath. “No. She had too much of a lead.”

I felt my shoulders sag. “Did you see where she went?”

Dana nodded, sucking in big gulps of air. “Into a car. It was waiting at the bottom of the hill.”

“I don’t suppose you got the license plate number?” I asked.

Dana grinned, then reached into her purse and pulled out a slip of paper with seven numbers and letters written on it. “Now what kind of Cagney would I be if I didn’t?”

* * *

We agreed to meet the next morning to track down a name to go with the license number, and half an hour later Dana dropped me off in front of my house. Surprisingly, there was already a car parked in my driveway. A big, black SUV with a red police siren plunked on the dash. I raised an eyebrow. Could it be that my husband was actually home? Maybe my luck was turning around this evening.

“Honey, I’m ho-ome,” I sing-songed as I pushed through the front door.

Ramirez was on the sofa, a stack of papers in hand again. He looked up as soon as I walked in, took in my attire, and blinked hard.

“What is that?”

I looked down. “What?”

Ramirez raised an eyebrow at me. “The outfit, doll.”

“Oh. This?” I blinked innocently. It’s the latest-”

“And don’t tell me,” he said, cutting me off, “that this is the latest fashion trend.”

I shut my mouth with a click. Damn, he knew me so well. “Okay, fine. Dana and I were at a costume party tonight.”

The eyebrow didn’t lower. “Costume party, huh? What kind of costume party?”

“The kind where you dress up.”

“As?”

“Vamphrauhs.”

“Did you just mumble on purpose?” he asked, still giving me The Look.

“I did not,” I protested. Okay, honestly? I kinda did.

“Uh huh. What kind of party, Springer?”

I blew out a breath. “Fine. You win. We were at a vampire party.”

“Jesus,” Ramirez mumbled under his breath. “Please don’t tell me this has anything to do with your harebrained theory about Alexa’s death.”

“Okay.” I paused, letting silence settle between us.

“Well?” he finally prompted.

“You told me not to tell you.”

Ramirez clenched his jaw shut, and about ten really dirty words flashed behind his eyes. “Maddie, I love you.”

“I love you, too, honey,” I said, dripping with sweetness.

“But you drive me insane.”

“In a good way?” I asked, ever hopeful.

“In a way that makes we wish I’d married a woman who isn’t fascinated by murder.”

“I am not fascinated,” I protested.

“Just nosey?” he offered.

I swatted him in the arm. “Watch it, buster.”

“Look, just this once could you leave the investigation to the authorities?”

“I would love to,” I promised him. “But the authorities aren’t looking in the right places.”

Ramirez looked down at my outfit again. “And you are?”

“Yes! Look, someone went through a lot of trouble to make it look like Alexa was killed by a vampire. Don’t you think that’s significant?”

“I think the evidence will tell us what’s significant.”

“Well, did you know that Alexa actually worked as a vampire?”

“Yes.”

I shut my mouth with a click. “Oh.” That was not the answer I’d been anticipating. “You did?”

“Maddie, I’m a homicide detective. You think I wouldn’t look into where the victim worked?”

Right. He had a point. “Okay, well, do you know that her friend, the last person to see her alive and the girl who also worked with Alexa as a vampire, is now on the run?”

He paused.

“Ha! Gotcha.” I couldn’t help the triumph in my voice.

Ramirez shook his head, though I could see the faintest hint of smile playing at the corner of his lips. “Okay, Maddie, define ‘on the run.’”

“She took off from the club after Alexa died, and her clothes are all packed, and she’s been missing ever since.”

“So she hasn’t been in to work at her vampire job?”

“Well, yes, she was tonight, but then she took off. Running.”

The corners of his mouth quirked upward. “I see.”

“You’re humoring me, aren’t you?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

He held up his thumb and index finger. “Just a little.”

“You know, if I wasn’t aware that our baby already has ears, I’d have a few choice words for you right now, pal.”

“Okay, fine,” he said, holding up his hands in a mock surrender gesture. “I’ll admit the friend might be worth talking to. I promise I’ll look into it, okay?”

“Thank you,” I said, triumph nudging into my voice again.

“But don’t think this means I’m okay with you running around town with a bunch of crazy Moonlight wannabes,” he quickly added.

“Fair enough,” I agreed. Hey, he said he wasn’t okay with it, not that I had to stop. If he wanted to get bent out of shape over it, that was his prerogative.

“Where did you get that crazy outfit anyway?” he asked, that hint of a smile playing at his lips again as he eyed the black stockings peeking out of my Victorian ankle boots.

“The set of Moonlight II.”

That hint broke into the real deal. “I rest my case.”

“Come on,” I said, punching him in the arm again. “Don’t you think the whole vampire thing is just a little bit