To Catch a Vampire by Jennifer Harlow Page B

cabal had already moved onto Donna or some other place and victim we may not even know about.
    Donna Bennet Zahn, number four, age sixteen at time of disappearance. Junior at Summit High School in Mansfield, Texas. Poor student with Cs and Ds, except in art. Suspended twice for smoking and once for fighting. Parents Claude and Cindy, older sibling Jeffrey. Father owns a garage, mother a nurse. Parents ruled out due to lack of priors, and though neighbor and friend interviews said their relationship was strained, they loved her. Ex-boyfriend lead suspect. Wayne Ronertson, age seventeen. Donna broke up with him two weeks before, and friends stated he was sending her notes and hanging outside her house. He was also at the same club, the Lizard Lounge, the night she disappeared. He claims he left before her. Last person to see her was her friend Cherie Martindale, who saw her dancing with a tall man with spiky brown hair named Rick.
    I pull out a sketch of Rick. Late twenties, thin mouth, high forehead, brown hair, handsome even with the spiked dog collar. Apparently, he was with a group of friends, but Cherie never met any of them. The bartender from that night didn’t recognize him, so the case is at a dead end. I flip past a list of items taken from Donna’s bedroom to the last page. The photos of her. The first is a recent one taken for the yearbook. She’s pretty, or would be if she removed the heavy white makeup, eyeliner, and black lipstick. The badly dyed jet-black hair with blonde streaks doesn’t help; but the dark blue eyes, small nose, and lips with high cheekbones do. Too bad she doesn’t smile. The other photo is from years ago. Absent are the horrendous makeup and hair. Instead, she had a healthy tan and strawberry blonde hair. Why she changed is anyone’s guess.
    Lastly, Linda and Don Costarello, the most recent missing persons. Donald Lee Costarello, age thirty-seven, originally from Chicago. Criminal lawyer at Waltham, Spektor, and Ludo with a specialty in fraud. Married previously to Tori Schneider, but divorced five years ago. She lives in Chicago with their son, Cody. Current wife was Linda Harris, age thirty, part-time personal trainer, married a year before. Happy marriage by all accounts. Don had a prior for possession of cocaine four years ago, but no other criminal history. Interesting list of items taken from the house. Dildos, chains, you get the picture. Friends said they had an open marriage. Apparently, Don enjoyed watching and occasionally joining in while his wife got it on with strange men and women. Whatever floats your boat.
    Don’s secretary reported him missing when he didn’t show up for court on Monday. Credit card bills placed them at the club Purgatory the night they disappeared. They were regulars there and one of the waitresses, a Jodi Gibbs, remembered the couple hanging out with a group of people in their late twenties to early thirties. All she remembered about them was they only ordered one drink each, which seemed to stay full all night. She also remembered three names: JR, Serena, and Rick. The sketch of “Rick” is very close to the previous one, minus the spiked hair. JR fits the description the source gave: black hair, blue eyes, the sunken-in cheeks popular with males now, and a pointed nose. The woman, Serena, is African American with full lips, straight black hair with bangs, and wide brown eyes. Since that night there has been no credit card activity or other signs of life.
    I close the Costarello file with a sigh and rub my eyes. I waded through stacks of paper to cull the relevant details out of the police jargon. I haven’t read this much in one sitting since I was studying for my Biology final in college. I barely got a D.
    Oliver finished reading way before I did. Right around Antoine he got up and left and hasn’t been back since. He’s not one for the investigative side. Our little group is split in two: investigative and retrieval. Investigative is