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She's smart, that one.

And has a ridiculously perfect ass.

I think she cursed me.

- What?

- Before I left...

I think that b*tch cursed me.

She said that I was in danger,

and then I had the accident.

Mr. Bayne.

Yes? Uh...

Felix.

I'm Detective Ladd.

I'd like to ask you a few questions

about what happened.

Yeah. Uh, please, come in.

Have a seat.

Thanks.

So...

did you know the victim?

No.

She, uh, she flagged my car down.

I, uh, s- called for roadside

assistance for her.

- What attacked her and you?

- I have no idea.

I wish I did.

It was just like, uh...

it was like a coyote or a...

wolf, or...

a, a bear. Only he was a, bigger

and, a... and faster.

I'm tellin' you man, this whole thing

happened so fast.

Why'd you get out the car?

I have no idea. S- stupidity.

You know, thinkin' that

I could do somethin'.

Being a good Samaritan

is never a bad thing.

Missing two days of work and havin'

an f'ed up back's a good thing?

Sorry for your inconvenience.

- It's fine.

- Look, if you happen to...

remember anything, give us a call.

The direct line

to the homicide department.

Homicide?

What, doesn't that imply murder?

- Emily Van Becks was D.O.A.

- Yeah, and, yeah, no kidding.

That was an animal attack.

Until the forensic pathologist can

figure out what type of animal it was...

it's with us.

What do you mean? What...

What you don't have some type

of teeth or hair samples?

Wha- I was kind'a lookin' forward

to you guys tellin' me what it was.

So far it's all inconclusive.

None of the samples found at the scene

match DNA of any known animals.

So maybe you got attacked by Big Foot.

Or a werewolf.

Uh, yeah.

Yeah.

Good day, buddy.

Yeah. You too.

Xandrea.

Zaifira.

Hello, Alex.

It's been a while.

Not long enough.

There's no need for a gun.

Interestingly enough, I,

I feel more comfortable with it.

MacPherson.

Bravo.

Ease up on the gun, shall we, love?

So, to what do I owe the pleasure?

One of the amulets has been stolen.

- The amulets?

- Yes.

And the clans are restless.

What do you want with me?

We can't confront them just yet.

There's a treaty between us

and the vampires in place.

And since you are no longer

one of us...

- you're not bound to it.

- I left for a reason.

This is your problem. This is not mine.

A world of darkness

is all of our problems.

I'll keep my ear to the ground.

You know where to find us.

With three boys running

around the house all day...

obviously,

I don't get much time for myself.

And the last thing that I wanna be

doing is cleaning up after them.

That's why I use Skeet - Skeet.

Skeet - Skeet on the stovetop

and all over the counter.

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