vamp working as a bouncer at the Black Rose," he said. Was he implying it was my fault? He hesitated, "And one of my boys is missing. I think he'll be next."
Someone I knew might die? None of Jeff's family was remotely nice to me. All of Jeff's "boys" were undead thugs. I shouldn't care, but still.
"Who are you missing?"
"Jerry."
Jerry Kincaid. Not the worst of Jeff's thugs. But I could understand Jeff's alarm. Did that mean the killer had set his sights in him? Another council member.
"Charles Healey," I said. "Were any members of his family killed before him?"
"Yes. Two," Jeff said. I could tell by his voice he was thinking the same thing. "The council thinks he might have a list of members, and of their family members. You need to move fast."
I didn't like his tone.
"Is that a threat?"
"Yes. Both of your sisters are very pretty," he said. I tightened my grip on the phone, unable to breath. "And has your brother even graduated high school yet?"
"I'm doing my best, damn you!" I said, trying hard not to scream at him. "I'm not a detective."
"You're a hunter. Hunt," Jeff said grimly. "Hunt faster."
"Where was Jerry last seen?"
"Black Rose," Jeff said. "I sent him to investigate."
"I'm on it," I said, and snapped the phone shut. Glancing at Roger, I smiled weakly, "We'll have to start another time. I have to go."
"Is Sabrina alright?"
"For now," I said, then cocked my head as I considered him. From earlier comments, I knew he had been a vampire around eighteen years. "Do you know anything about werewolves?"
"A little."
"Do you know any werewolves?"
"No. Werewolves don't like vampires, either," he said and shrugged. "Unlike mortals, werewolves can spot a vampire on sight. I actively avoid them."
"Thanks anyway," I said, heading for my car. I flipped the phone open and punched in Gabe's hospital room. It rang five times, then he answered. "Gabe? It's Sable."
"Ugghmm," he said. Gabe sounded half asleep. "You coming over?"
"No," I said, reaching my car and sliding in. I slammed the door and turned the key. The Mustang roared to life. Big engine. Very fast. "Do you know any werewolves? It's important."
Hesitation. I felt him go cold through our link. I felt fear within him. Gabe was not happy about being a werewolf. He refused to join a pack. As far as I knew, he knew little more about the local werewolves than I did.
"Sure," he said. Very subdued. Not like Gabe at all.
"You do?"
"I said I did. Why?"
Fear turned into anger. Was there something between Gabe and the werewolves going on I didn't know about?
"What about alphas? You know an alpha male with a grudge against vampires?"
That seemed to be a relief to him. He was starting to pique my curiosity.
"What alpha doesn't hold a grudge against vampires," he said and barked a laugh. "Hell, I'm an alpha and I hunt vampires."
True, but he hunted vampires for years before a werewolf bit him.
"Names," I said. "Give me names, addresses, phone numbers, anything you got."
"Why?"
I ground my teeth together, trying heroically not to snarl at him. Why must people try my
Someone I knew might die? None of Jeff's family was remotely nice to me. All of Jeff's "boys" were undead thugs. I shouldn't care, but still.
"Who are you missing?"
"Jerry."
Jerry Kincaid. Not the worst of Jeff's thugs. But I could understand Jeff's alarm. Did that mean the killer had set his sights in him? Another council member.
"Charles Healey," I said. "Were any members of his family killed before him?"
"Yes. Two," Jeff said. I could tell by his voice he was thinking the same thing. "The council thinks he might have a list of members, and of their family members. You need to move fast."
I didn't like his tone.
"Is that a threat?"
"Yes. Both of your sisters are very pretty," he said. I tightened my grip on the phone, unable to breath. "And has your brother even graduated high school yet?"
"I'm doing my best, damn you!" I said, trying hard not to scream at him. "I'm not a detective."
"You're a hunter. Hunt," Jeff said grimly. "Hunt faster."
"Where was Jerry last seen?"
"Black Rose," Jeff said. "I sent him to investigate."
"I'm on it," I said, and snapped the phone shut. Glancing at Roger, I smiled weakly, "We'll have to start another time. I have to go."
"Is Sabrina alright?"
"For now," I said, then cocked my head as I considered him. From earlier comments, I knew he had been a vampire around eighteen years. "Do you know anything about werewolves?"
"A little."
"Do you know any werewolves?"
"No. Werewolves don't like vampires, either," he said and shrugged. "Unlike mortals, werewolves can spot a vampire on sight. I actively avoid them."
"Thanks anyway," I said, heading for my car. I flipped the phone open and punched in Gabe's hospital room. It rang five times, then he answered. "Gabe? It's Sable."
"Ugghmm," he said. Gabe sounded half asleep. "You coming over?"
"No," I said, reaching my car and sliding in. I slammed the door and turned the key. The Mustang roared to life. Big engine. Very fast. "Do you know any werewolves? It's important."
Hesitation. I felt him go cold through our link. I felt fear within him. Gabe was not happy about being a werewolf. He refused to join a pack. As far as I knew, he knew little more about the local werewolves than I did.
"Sure," he said. Very subdued. Not like Gabe at all.
"You do?"
"I said I did. Why?"
Fear turned into anger. Was there something between Gabe and the werewolves going on I didn't know about?
"What about alphas? You know an alpha male with a grudge against vampires?"
That seemed to be a relief to him. He was starting to pique my curiosity.
"What alpha doesn't hold a grudge against vampires," he said and barked a laugh. "Hell, I'm an alpha and I hunt vampires."
True, but he hunted vampires for years before a werewolf bit him.
"Names," I said. "Give me names, addresses, phone numbers, anything you got."
"Why?"
I ground my teeth together, trying heroically not to snarl at him. Why must people try my
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