“Who are you? Where are we?” Amy asked me rather brazenly, given her intent to kidnap and kill poor Eddie.“You’re in the home of my friend her..., Frank Black, and this is ... another universe, Amy. One where you’ll be very hard-pressed to get your hands on any more V, so if I were you, I’d be nice to me, okay? Eddie over there, your intended hostage, is probably the only vampire in this reality, and even he won’t stay for good. I want you to look at him and realize that this is no monster. This. She drove to the Sheriff's Department and took the stairs up to the second floor annex marked "Narcotics Strike Force". For a moment she savored the sign painted on the window in the door at the end of the area. In large letters it proclaimed "Commanding Officer". Under that in smaller letters it read "LT Shannon." She entered, unlocked the center drawer and took out the folder containing the information developed by the DEA and the State Attorney General's Office. She looked again over the. There were ornate engravings on the base and near the head ofthe figure, and the stone itself seemed like it was likely at least a fewhundred years old. The shop owner didn't take his eyes off her. No onewould ever blame him. In her 35 years, she had always taken care ofherself. She was tall, fit, a gorgeous face, and a healthy head ofbrunette hair. She paid the creepy little man that was eyeballing her forthe statue and headed home. It would be the perfect piece for to decoratethe new curio. " Oh, you won't have to give anything," she answered. "For one reason or another, this one's on the house. But remember this -- you'll still be yourself on the inside regardless of outer appearances. You're still just you where it counts." If this is some superficial lesson in how 'beauty is only skin-deep', you can spare me the sermon," the man scoffed. "I learned all I need to know before you got born!"Silently smiling, Dannie plucked a long strand of hair from her head. Gazing deep into the.