Examines vampires

Butters raised both his hands and headed for the doors, stripping his gloves and dumping them in a container splattered with red biohazard signs. "You guys stay here and Mulder it out. I have to go down the hall anyway. Back in five minutes."
I watched him go and said, after the door swung shut, "Bunny slippers and polka music."
"Don't knock it," Murphy said. "He's good at his job. Maybe too good."
"What's that mean?"
She walked away from the autopsy table, and I followed her. Murphy said, "Butters was the one who handled the bodies after the fire at the Velvet Room."
The one I'd started. "Oh?"
"Mmm- hmm. His original report stated that some of the remains recovered from the scene were humanoid, but definitely not human."
"Yeah," I said. "Red vampires."
Murphy nodded. "But you can't just stick that in a report without people getting their panties in a bunch. Butters wound up doing a three-month stint at a mental hospital for observation. When he came out, they tried to fire him, but his lawyer convinced them that they couldn't. So instead he lost all his seniority and got stuck on the night shift. But he knows there's weirdness out there. He calls me when he gets some of it."


Death Masks Chapter 5, Page 54-55