“When they come and the guns are thundering and the men are falling all around you, there is only one way you will stop it. You are going to have to kill. So you be the best goddamned killer there is.”

“Questions?” Cade asked, pointing at the file where Zach had stuffed it into his messenger bag. “Yeah,” Zach said. “Any chance I can go back to D.C.?” “Any useful questions?” “Do you think it’s really the Boogeyman that killed Brent? You think it’s back?” “I sincerely hope not.” “When you say things like that, I start to cry a little on the inside.”

“Something you killed didn't stay dead? Wow. That must have really put some termites in your coffin.”

“Humans are our food. You don't want to have sex with a cow, do you?”

“Couldn’t you hypnotize her or something?""It doesn’t work like that.""I thought vampires were all sex gods with the ladies."Cade looked at him. "What gave you that idea?""Uh ... late-night TV, mostly ...""Humans are our food. Do you want to have sex with a cow?”

“It’s been around for almost a hundred years,” Latham said. He looked at Cade. “Is it like you? A vampire?” “No,” Cade said. “It’s worse.” “Awesome,” Latham muttered.”

“Cade seemed a little too sure of his conclusion from too little evidence. “Cade. If you knew something I didn’t, you’d tell me, right?” “I know a lot of things you don’t, Zach. We don’t have that kind of time.”