Vampires? Is that what these twisted creeps were?
Assassins? Murderers?
Their names were Anne Elo and John ‘Jack’ Masterson and they had attended Catholic high school in Baton Rouge until about four months ago, when they had dropped out and run away from home.  Each was seventeen years old. They were just kids.  I spent three hours attempting to question the suspects that night, then another four hours the following morning. Elo and Masterson wouldn’t talk to me or anyone else - not a word. They wouldn’t say what they were doing inside the mansion in the Garden District.  Why they had attacked me. Whether or not they had placed the sinister effigies in the closet of the dead men.  The teens simply glared across the plain wooden table in one or another of the interrogation rooms at police headquarters. The parents were notified and brought in, but Elo and Masterson wouldn’t speak to them either. At one point, Anne Elo finally addressed her father with two words - ‘blow me.’ I wondered how the cult of the vampire had satisfied her needs, her incredible anger.  In the meantime, there were still lots of others to talk to from the Fetish Ball. The commonality among most of them was that they held ‘straight jobs’ in New Orleans: they were bartenders and waitresses, hotel desk clerks, computer analysts, actors, and even teachers.  Most were afraid to have their alternative lifestyles come out at work, so they eventually talked to us. Unfortunately, no one told us anything revealing about Daniel and Charles, or their murderers.
It was an extraordinarily busy night at the precinct house. More than two dozen homicide detectives and FBI agents conducted reinterviews. We exchanged notes and bios of the suspects with highlighted inconsistencies. We went hard at the most obvious liars in the group. We also kept a list of the witnesses who seemed the most likely to break under pressure. We switched interviewers on them, sent them to the cells, then summoned them b............