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I shrugged. "Okay," I said. I knew Hadley couldn't have had much. Vampires are pretty good at
amassing nest eggs, but Hadley could only have been a vampire for a very few years.


Mr. Cataliades raised his nearly invisible brows. "You don't seem excited."


"I'm a little more interested in how Hadley met her death."


Waldo looked offended. "I've described the circumstances to you. Do you want a blow-by-blow
account of the fight? It was unpleasant, I assure you."


I looked at him for a few moments. "What happened to you?" I asked. This was very rude, to ask
someone what on earth had made him so weird-looking, but common sense told me that there was more
to learn. I had an obligation to my cousin, an obligation unaffected by any legacy she'd left me. Maybe
this was why Hadley had left me something in her will. She knew I'd ask questions, and God love my
brother, he wouldn't.


Rage flashed across Waldo's features, and then it was like he'd wiped his face with some kind of emotion
eraser. The paper-white skin relaxed into calm lines and his eyes were calm. "When I was human, I was
an albino," Waldo said stiffly, and I felt the knee-jerk horror of someone who's been unpardonably
curious about a disability. Just as I was about to apologize, Mr. Cataliades intervened again.


"And, of course," the big man said smoothly, "he's been punished by the queen."


This time, Waldo didn't restrain his glare. "Yes," he said finally. "The queen immersed me in a tank for a
few years."


"A tank of what?" I was all at sea.
"Saline solution," Bill said, very quietly. "I've heard of this punishment. That's why he's wrinkled, as you
see."


Waldo pretended not to hear Bill's aside, but Bubba opened his mouth. "You're sure 'miff wrinkled, man,
but don't you worry. The chicks like a man who's different."


Bubba was a kind vampire and well-intentioned.


I tried to imagine being in a tank of seawater for years and years. Then I tried not to imagine it. I could
only wonder what Waldo had done to merit such a punishment. "And you were a favorite?" I asked.