Cassandra had no idea how to track Pan down. But she had to try. She had to. As soon as her shift was over she prowled the streets like the vampire she was, trying to spot red hair, or green eyes, trying to stop another death.
She failed.
Another day dawned. Another corpse was discovered. Cassandra had known it was going to happen. All she could do was hope that Vimes was hunting Pan down. Because it must be Pan. Any other vampire would have been discovered very quickly, by other vampires, in all probability. The trouble was that Pan was a very powerful vampire. He could be vicious. He could be charming. Often he could be both at the same time.
He was enjoying this.
She would make him suffer for that.
For now, however, she was stuck performing various tests on pieces of evidence relating to dozens of different crimes. And then she was due to go out on patrol with Corporal Nobbs, a task she did not relish at the best of times. Meanwhile all the very best, and quite a few of the merely mediocre officers were trying to find Pan-no-a vampire who may or may not be Pan.
Cassandra hadn't felt so angry since she had been thrown out of the Alchemist's Guild. Because there was nothing she could do. Not without mentioning Pan to Vimes, who would tell her she was being paranoid. And she was being paranoid. But sometimes paranoia is right.
Nobby didn't notice the way she convulsively kept clenching her fists when they went out. Or the way she snapped at those unfortunate to be arrested by her.
Apologies for the short chapter.
