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→"An allergic reaction. Anaphylaxis." Above the surgical mask, Maura's forehead suddenly wrinkled into a frown. "Or Lactrodectus facies," she said softly.

→"So what else would cause a swollen face?"

→"And see how her face is swollen," Jane added. "That happens when you constrict the neck, right?"

→"I can see it fine from here," he said.

→"Still looks like strangulation bruises to me." Jane glanced at Frost, who was standing yards away from the table, strategically placing himself near the sink. "You should get a closer look at this."

→"That's what you said the last time," Jane muttered as she pushed into the autopsy room, where Maura and her assistant had already assembled their knives and scalpels, bone-cutters and tweezers. Jane avoided looking at that frightening array of instruments and focused instead on Kimberly Rayner. Once she might have been a pretty blue-eyed blonde who'd turned boys' heads, but months of a self-imposed diet of blood and water had stripped away fat and muscle, leaving behind this skeletal husk
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"No surprises in her x-rays," said Maura as she flipped on bright lights. "Let's take a closer look at the neck."

→"I'm fine. I'm okay," he insisted.

→"You sure you're up for this?" Jane asked Frost.

→Through the viewing window, Jane and Frost could see the dead girl lying on the table in the next room. The naked body looked even more wasted than Jane remembered, the hipbones jutting out, every rib shockingly visible. But above the neck, in grotesque contrast to the skeletally thin body, the face was bloated, the eyelids swollen almost shut.

→"It looked like strangulation." Maura set down her chopsticks. "But the autopsy just might reveal something else entirely."

→"About her lack of resistance to disease processes."

→"How is that relevant? She was strangled."

→"I did?"

→Expertly wielding chopsticks, Maura delicately plucked up a morsel of chicken. "Scientifically speaking, the common cold isn't caused by one particular virus. It's a constellation of symptoms that..." She suddenly stopped, frowning.

→"It does explain why Kimberly Rayner was so malnourished. I've seen dead anorexics with more body fat. If she's been eating only blood, she could hardly fight off a strangler."
"Heck, she couldn't fight off the common cold virus."

→Maura considered this as she dished out spoonfuls of Kung Pao chicken and stir-fried pea shoots. "Blood has plenty of iron but it lacks essential vitamins. And since it 's seven hundred calories per liter, you'd have to drink three liters of blood a day." She set a plate of food in front of Jane. "Bon appetit."

→"Which is where he'll probably slink back to, since we didn't have enough evidence to hold him." Jane shook her head. "He swears they were living only on blood and water. Is that possible?"

→"Jane, you just raised a very good point."

→"You know, I really didn't need to know that."

→"It's a delusion shared by two people," said Maura. "In this case, their delusion was that they're vampires. And it sounds like they carried it to extremes. Avoiding daylight. Sleeping in a coffin."