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Spike stood in the shadows, watching from behind a rotted out dumpster. Silent and almost perfectly hidden, but he knew in a matter of seconds the wolf would know he was there. Wolves and Moroi are kin, in a way. It's all about the blood.

His boots scrape on the asphalt and he steps into a shaft of light, white hair practically glowing in the beam. One dark eyebrow arches dramatically, and he taps a cigarette out of the pack in his hand.

"Should've gotten here earlier if you wanted a taste."

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Fraser didn't jump, but he looked considerably less genial than the last time their paths had crossed. "I take it that you also believe this to be the place."

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"Just a hunch."

Not a hunch. He could smell her.

His lighter sparked, bathing his pale face in orange, the tip of his cigarette glowing in the darkness and smoke curling from his nose as he took a deep drag.

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Fraser sat back on his heels. "And I would imagine your hunches are better than most."

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Ray was wandering as he was prone to doing when he had a big case. Wandering helped him think, and sometimes his wandering took him back to crime scenes as if he'd find something new, something that not only he had missed in the first place but the dozen or so other peacekeepers who'd been at the scene. Right.

He hadn't expected to find anything new, and he certainly hadn't expected to find Benton...licking things off the ground.

"Jesus, Benton! Aww, what are you doing?" he asked, making a face.

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"The same as you, Ray," said Fraser, head still bent close to the ground. "Investigating."

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"Uh, hate to break it to you, Benton, but no one, no one investigates anything by licking it," Ray said, kind of wanting to pull Benton to his feet himself.

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Fraser lifted his head just long enough to look at Ray, his expression tight. "I am, Ray, so clearly they do."