Spender looked at his father over the barrel of the gun, seeing flinty determination in his face. A real man shoots his own dog.
The slam knocked him over before he heard the blast. The blood welled out of him before he felt the pain.
The old man walked out. Coward. Couldn't stand to stay and watch his own son die. What goes around, comes around, Dad. Watch your back.
Jeff lay on the rug, waiting. Remembering that last case. His retort to his partner.
"Come on, Diana. There's no such thing as vampires."
His strength began to return.