“Interesting choice of
venue,” Trevor commented as he looked around.
Sinclair chuckled. “Only the
best, for friends and new acquaintances. It’s one of my safe houses believe it
or not. Abandoned after Katrina, with no plans so far to do anything but
demolish it, if and when the property itself sells. Might sell faster if the
house was gone but for now it’s best left the way it is. Nobody looks twice at
it.”
Marston sniffed as he
glanced at a dilapidated sofa that had obviously been there since before the
flooding. “If nothing else the mold will keep humans away. I presume there are
resting accommodations here that are cleaner.”
“Yes,” Sinclair replied and
left it at that. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Trevor, but with his well earned
reputation for killing vampyres Sinclair had been loath to even have him here. It was
however the safest place he could think of for all of them to meet away from
prying eyes of any sort.
“Shall we get down to
business,” Rikard said. “The sooner we do, the sooner we can go after Khalid and
end this farce.”
Kemp had to agree, although
he’d have called it a tragedy more than a farce. But he supposed to vampyres as
old as his father and Rikard, who had seen more than enough of both in their
lifetimes, one description was probably as good as the other.
“It would help if we could
narrow things down somewhat,” Rikard continued. “You’re not going to be able to
cover the whole city Mr Wallace, not on your own. I have some of my people
keeping an ear to the ground, I have for the past two months, but to no avail.”
“Then you need better
‘people’,” Trevor replied. “There’s been a rash of violent attacks in and
around the City Park area. Now it may not be your Khalid
but every indication is that there are a pair of vampyres involved.”
“Then why haven’t you been
dealing with it?” Marston barked out.
“Because dhampirs are a territorial as vampyres.
The three of us have the city sectioned off so that we can cover as much as
possible without stepping on each others toes.”
“But we’re going there to
check it out. Right?” Kemp said.
“Right. Parker is quite
willing to make a trade for a couple of nights. As I said, there’s no guarantee
it is Khalid but it’s worth finding out.”
“Tonight,” Marston said
forcefully.
Trevor nodded. “If we get a
plan together. We are not going to walk in there blind and stupid.”
“Then let’s get to it.”
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