Like, um… three more weeks? I think?
Vampires weren’t a compassionate race, but they were a cunning one. Sometimes they had bad eggs. Bad eggs didn’t bode well for them. Sadly, their idea of a bad egg and everybody else’s idea of bad egg didn’t exactly align.
“We have a…contact,” Justin said. “He doesn’t exactly work for Banner, but he’s been known to take on contracts and he gets good intel. I’ve spoken to him.”
Without turning my head, I slid my gaze back to him. “A vampire.”
He didn’t answer that, just continued on with what he was saying. “He’s in the line of one of the missing bloodsuckers. He says there’s just a disconnect.”
I shook my head and frowned. “A disconnect?”
“Yep.” He looked around and then grabbed the notepad on the corner of my coffee table. “Here.”
Justin sketched out a series of circles, connecting them by lines. It reminded me of…well, of a chemical formula more than anything else. Inside the circles, instead of elements, he’d scrawled names. A few of them, I recognized. Most of them didn’t cause much reaction, other than my now-instinctive dislike of vampires, but others would have made my heart lurch in fear, if I had allowed it.
“This is the direct line and the closest relation for my contact.”
I saw the name. Immediately, my spine stiffened. Allerton.
Abraham Allerton.
“I know him,” I said softly.
Paddy looked up as Justin continued his sketch. “D’ ya now? He’s not a bad man to have at your back in a fight.”
“I’d rather stick a knife in my own back.”
Thanks!