Theresa moved to the bathroom door, saw the box of condoms on the counter, and she covered her mouth to bury the snicker. "That's a lot of rubbers. They must keep busy."

There were two large suitcases in the bedroom, one open and one closed. The vampire clicked on the bedside lamp, carefully sorted through the clothes in the open one. Slacks. Blouses. A jacket. Designer labels. Underwear. Black silk, Theresa could tell when she touched it. She was unable to resist pulling out a bra, stared at it for a minute in the yellow glow of the lamp.

"Whoever she is, she must have a sensational rack," she said, holding it up to her own small breasts. "I'm jealous."

She put the bra back, taking care to not re-arrange the other things in the suitcase too much. "You said we were looking for papers?" she said, raising her voice a little so Holly could hear her. "Like papers from a bank, or something else?"