Starsky and Hutch left the blood donation center quickly; they had their best lead yet on the alleged rapist/murderer.
“I swear, Hutch, she's a lady vampire,” Starsky said excitedly as they approached the car.
“Yeah, I know. First you ever met. Does that mean you've met male vampires?”
“Pretty sure. You know Snowball? He only comes out at night and he has those really pointy doggy teeth an' red eyes an' white hair, an' his skin -”
Hutch stopped in his tracks, which stopped Starsky's mouth. “Snowball's an albino, Starsk. It's dangerous for him to come out in the daylight. And there is no such thing as vampires.”
Starsky shook his head in disagreement. “I don't know about that. I mean, we don't know everything there is to know.”
Hutch pondered that statement for a moment. “That's true, buddy. There's still a lot to learn.” He paused, gave Starsky a serious look. “Come to think of it, you could be right about vampires.”
Starsky perked up. “Yeah?”
“Absolutely. Though I think that nurse was the second lady vampire you've met.”
Starsky bounced on the balls of his feet. “Who do you think it was, huh?”
Straight-faced and sincere, Hutch replied, “Vanessa.”
Taken aback for a split second, Starsky shook his head again. “Nah. She's a bloodsucker all right, but she ain't no lady.”
Hutch smiled gently, reassured yet again of his friend's loyalty and honesty. He exhaled audibly through his nose. “Now, that fact belongs in an encyclopedia. Come on, let's call this number into the Detectives Bureau then go catch us a suspect.”