"I don't think so. Romatech has lots of human employees. And DVN has some, too."

"Did you try the 35-millimeter on her?"

"No, I… didn't get a chance."

"Because you were too busy taking a hundred photos of her."

"I didn't take a hundred. Only about… sixty." Sheesh. He was smitten.

Emma lifted a dark brow and refrained from saying the obvious. "Was she alone?"

"No. She arrived with a male I have identified as Gregori Holstein, and an unknown female. They're both undead."

"So, she's traveling with two vampires to a vampire-owned television station? Austin, this is what we in the business refer to as a clue. The woman is a vampire."

"It's not proof." She had to be alive. She had to be.

Emma regarded him sadly. "You are smitten. And with the enemy, no less."

"We don't have proof that she's a vampire."

"Is she or isn't she? Only her hairdresser knows for sure." Emma gave him a wry smile. "She wouldn't show up in the mirror."

"Forget it. I doubt I'll ever see her again." He divided the license plate photos in half. "Let's get to work on these."

"There you are!" Sean Whelan strode toward them. "I need you in the conference room now. Garrett and Alyssa are already there."

"Yes, sir." Emma picked up a legal pad and pencil from her desk, then headed toward the conference room.

Austin checked quickly that there were no more pictures of her lying about. He followed his boss, wondering if he should convey condolences over Shanna's engagement to a fanged fiance. Probably not. Sean's face was grim as he held open the door to the conference room. Austin entered quietly and sat in one of the chairs at the long oak table. He gave Garrett and Alyssa a brief nod. Emma greeted them personally. And cheerfully, of course. Austin yawned and wished he'd brought his coffee.