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Rose's POV

I turned slowly, hands up, and stared down the barrel of a Remington 870. Silently I cursed the distraction of my thoughts that had allowed this armed human man approach my truck without me noticing. That kind of inattention could get me killed. An unsettling thought when the Strigoi will kill again.

I took a slow breath and belied the speed of my thoughts as I analyzed the best way to diffuse this situation. "Is that a Wingmaster?"

The armed human lowered the muzzle an inch or so to narrow a curious gaze on me. "Yeah."

I smiled. "Man, I've been waiting to buy a Wingmaster for some time now. Remington sure knows how to build a beauty of a shot gun, don't they?"

The human hesitate then snarled, "I asked you who the hell you were! What are you doing out here?"

Right then, my pulse kicked. The last thing I needed was an irate human with a twitchy trigger blasting a hole in my truck- or my head. Palms out in a conciliatory gesture, I tried again to calm the man. "If you'll put the gun down, we'll talk. I don't want any trouble."

The human shifted his weight nervously. "Get out of the bloody truck."

Hell. If I got myself killed, who'd save the entire Dhampir community form the Strigoi? And how Lissa will cope without my existing? She'll go crazy! I gritted my teeth. Screw up like this weren't like me. Proof positive that I needed to get the disarray of my private life in order before I could be effective for my clients and my people.

I nodded at his complement before I reached down to open the driver's door of my truck. As I stepped down from the cab, I resisted the urge to stretch my stiff muscles. Better not give the jittery human any reason to shoot. As I slid out of the truck, I pulled my identification wallet out of my pocket and flipped it open.

If people didn't look too closely, 'my private-investigation license' looked pretty intimidating. Of course it was a fake one. But he didn't know that.

"I'm Ana Vladimir, and I am here on official business." The vague statement usually made people think I meant police business, which won their cooperation.

The human looked skeptical. He wouldn't be bluffed. "What kind of official business?"

I wasn't about to show my hand until I could determine whether the human was likely to report to the people in the neighborhood and the Strigois would know that they are being watched. If the Strigoi knew about my surveillance operation I am good as dead!

"Lower the gun and we'll talk."

The human tensed. "I'm giving orders here, girly. You've been sitting out here on my property for hours, and I want to know why. Now!"

Technically the road wasn't his property, but I didn't feel quibbling over that point was wise, given the man's mood. And his weapon.

My only priority was getting the shotgun barrel out of my face. I was already plotting my next move as I asked, "We had reports of some suspicion activity at your neighbors' house. When was the last time you was a group of people get in and out?"

"Group of people? What kind of suspicious-?"

I made my move.

While the human's attention was focused on answering the baited question, I swept my arm up, knocking the shotgun away from my face, then followed through by grabbing the gun by the barrel and yanking it from the startled human's grip.

"Hey!" the human shouted.

I tossed the weapon in the front of my seat of my truck and slammed the door. "I asked you to lower your gun back once you answer my questions."

The human stepped closer, glowering, thought he was tall I could take him down. "You sonofa-"

"Answer the question!" I barked, seizing the upper hand. I narrow my glared to the tall human letting him know I have all control over him. "When was the last time you saw a group of people get together?"

The human's Adam's apple bobbed. "Yesterday."

"What were they doing?"

The human shrugged. "Nothing. Just got together, having fun or it seem like a party."

"A party?"

The human gave me a no-shit-Sherlock look. "Yeah a party. Like music blasting out loud, people shouting for fun, and it finished late at night. Why?"

I kept my expression blank, although I sensed the human could prove a wealth of information. The sooner I finished the Strigoi the better. So the Dhampir community could live at peace once again. "Do they do this often?"

The human nodded. "Yes, almost every day. It is really annoying, the music and the shouting. They won't let my wife and I sleep."

I catalogued the information, then hooked my thumbs in my jeans pockets. "Ever seen them do soothing else than party?"

The human snorted. "There law against that?"

"No. but I think it's not good for a neighbor to party every day. Have you field for complain?"

"No. None of the other neighbors have done it. And I don't want to get on those people bad side."

To keep the Strigoi neighbor off balance, I asked, "You ever seen a black van parked or any other car parked in front of your neighbor's house?"

The human took a step back and squinted at me with deep creases in his brows. Lowering his voice, the human asked. "Are they dealing drugs?"

Deflecting the question and turn it to my advantage. "Why? Have you seen evidence?"

The man folded his arms over his chest and frowned down at me. "Well one of them did buy a nice car a couple of week ago. My wife and I were puzzling over how he afforded it, what with the economy being the way it is and all." He shook his head, his scowl darkening. "Are you telling me they are drug dealers?"

I raised a palm, keeping my expression neutral and professional. I'd feed the man paranoia without outright lying if it would get me the information I needed. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. My investigation isn't finished." I glanced meaningfully towards the Strigoi property. "I don't hear any music or partying of any sort right now. Do you have any idea if they have gone out?"

The man lifted one shoulder. "Can't say for sure. But I think I heard cars heading down the road a couple of hours before you came."

I blew out a deep breath that clouded in front of me in the chilly air. "So they still are doing what they want…"

The man looked at me confused. "What they want? Did those people got in trouble once again? Like last time, when a group of strangers came and almost burned the house down?"

Bingo.

"Last time?" I eyed the man carefully. "Are you sure it was a group of people?"

"Yes." The man glared directly to the house. "I hate trouble makers."

"If you knew you neighbor was in this type of situation would you do anything to get them out of this community?"

"Damn straight. I want my family safe, this is a nice place to live and I have the house of my dreams. I would do anything to save the community from the dangerous criminals." He said jerking a nod.

I turned and took the shot gun out of my truck. I handed it back to the human. "Thank you for your collaboration sir. And just stay away from these people, don't get involve with them. Live it to me, and I might actually save this place for good."

He gave me a gloating grin. "Please do, everyone wants them out. But no one has the guts."

I went inside my truck, turned on the engine, "I do." I said before driving off.

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