Skin Trade: An Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Novel
Laurell K. Hamilton
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A vampire is on a murder spree in Sin City in this Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter novel from #1 New York Times bestselling author Laurell K. Hamilton.
When a vampire serial killer sends Anita Blake a grisly souvenir from Las Vegas, she has to warn Sin City’s local authorities what they’re dealing with. Only it’s worse than she thought. Police officers and one executioner have been slain—paranormal style.
Anita heads to Vegas, where’s she’s joined by three other federal marshals, including the ruthless Edward hiding behind his mild-mannered persona. It’s a good thing Edward always has her back, because, when she gets close to the bodies, Anita senses “tiger” too strongly to ignore it. And the weretigers are powerful in Las Vegas, which means the odds of her rubbing someone very powerful the wrong way just got a lot higher…
time to register that one was our guy, and the rest weren’t. There was too much blood, too much damage. I couldn’t tell who one of them was. He was pinned to the wall by a sword. He looked like a shelled turtle, all that careful body armor ripped away, showing the red ruin of his upper body. The big metal shield was crushed just past the body. Was that Baldwin back there? There were legs sticking out of one of the doors. Derry went past it, trusting that the ofﬁcers ahead of him hadn’t left
seen. 62 LAURELL K. HAM ILTON “That knife is almost as long as you are from shoulder to waist,” he said, “and you’ve been wearing it the whole time.” “Yep.” I let my hair fall back, and like magic, the blade was nearly invis ible. Add a suit jacket or a heavy shirt, and it was. “You have any more surprises on you, Marshal Blake?” he asked. “No.” “How easy is it to draw?” “Easy enough that I’ve had this sheath design redone for me three times, so I could keep carrying it this way.” “Why do
damn thing weighs around ﬁfty pounds.” “Which is what, half your body weight?” he asked. I nodded. “About that, I weigh one-ten.” “That would be like putting a hundred-pound vest on most of us. We wouldn’t be able to move, either.” Hooper was the one to ask it. “How badly do you move in the vest?” “I can’t tell what’s going on with you guys. I keep expecting you to rush me to the hospital to see your men, or to Shaw to get this started, but you’re checking me out.” “We’re about to trust you with
technology they usually go in at night for human bad guys, but vampires are daylight hunts if possible,” I said. “They went in during the day, Anita. The hovering magic, or whatever, killed three of them, and either that sorcerer or something else put the rest in some sort of sleep.” “I’ve never heard of anything like that,” I said. “No one has,” he said. “But if it was daylight,” Bernardo said, “who wrote the note in their blood? Who took the head and mailed it to you? It was daylight and there
sexy; it would be downright re freshing after working with serial killer boy, no matter how outrageous the ﬂirting got. The doctor started to unfasten the bulletproof vest, then stopped. “Take a few close-ups, Rose.” The doc pointed with gloved ﬁngers at places on the vest. Olaf had already leaned in, so if I was to see what had excited the doctor, I had to lean in, too. Shit. Was I so bothered by Olaf that I could not do my job? I ﬁnally leaned closer and saw slash marks in the vest. They could