Dane wanted to do anyway. I was even reaching for the walkie-talkie when I spotted a candy apple red Cadillac caught in Deep Ellum's traffic jam.
"Oh, yeah," I said, wondering if I dared.
One hundred feet below me council member Vanessa Mancera was sitting in the back of that Cadillac. It wasn't any kind of Cadillac that I've seen before, either. Okay, I knew it was a 1976 Eldorado, but it was also a convertible and a stretch limousine. Vanessa was high on the back of the seat, in the middle on a special little seat put in there. That Cadillac looked like something customized specifically for parades, for the Grand Marshall, a celebrity, or a beauty queen to sit upon.
My heart started racing. My "encounter" with Jeff came flooding back, most unwelcome. That meeting had gone as bad as I feared, but it did let me determine that Jeff had nothing to do with Timmy's disappearance. Should I take the chance on a meeting with Vanessa?
I started circling Vanessa, slowly descending while I thought it through. She looked to be in a grand mood, big bright smile as she waved to the adorning crowd. Vanessa was their beautiful undead queen, and they were all eager to give her their throats, eager to feel her sharp fangs penetrate their necks. Fang whores, one and all.
Vanessa looked up at me when I was only fifty feet up. I saw a faint frown flitter across her face, then she returned her attention to the crowd. I guess she wasn't too concerned with Black Heart flying around. So I stopped being stealthy, and wishy-washy, and made a couple simple maneuvers and swooped down at the front of the Cadillac.
At the last second I pulled up, hovered twenty feet above the open air limo, and dropped straight down with wings fully extended to slow my descent.
"No!" Vanessa snapped, both hands thrust out in opposite directions to hold off her undead bodyguards. "I'll handle her."
"Ooh, handle me?" I said, a mischievous grin on my face. "If that means hot girl-on-girl with you, count me in, baby."
Vanessa just raised a haughty eyebrow.
"Guess that is a no," I said, as I landed. "Hello, Vanessa. Looking good."
Vanessa was wearing a designer gown of shimmering red silk, her neck, ears, and wrists a-sparkle with diamonds and rubies. The sexy Latina's dark brown hair was long and parted down the middle. Even her undead thugs were exquisitely attired, looking like models as they walked down the street to either side of her limo.
The inside of the stretch limousine had a wrap-around seat, in white leather and red carpet. There was a small refrigerator and lots of champaign.
Vanessa wasn't alone in the limo. To either side of her sat beautiful blondes. They also wore designer gowns and a ton of jewelry. The fourth person was a man, tall, dark, handsome, and looking to be well into his fifties. He wore a tuxedo and looked quite comfortable there sipping champaign. They were all vampires.
"You and your entourage definitely win the best dressed award," I said.
"Thank you," Vanessa said, smiling now. The other three vamps lifted their champaign glasses to me in acknowledgement, all with very pleased looks. "As you can see, Black Heart, we are in the middle of something. Please state your business and leave."
"This is Black Heart," the male said. "Impressive. You say she's only three months old?"
"Three months and some change," I said, turning to face him. Up close he was even more impressive. His dark hair was cut short, but his beard was gray with just a sprinkling of dark hairs. Distinguished looking was the best way to describe him. Maybe suave. "And you
"Oh, yeah," I said, wondering if I dared.
One hundred feet below me council member Vanessa Mancera was sitting in the back of that Cadillac. It wasn't any kind of Cadillac that I've seen before, either. Okay, I knew it was a 1976 Eldorado, but it was also a convertible and a stretch limousine. Vanessa was high on the back of the seat, in the middle on a special little seat put in there. That Cadillac looked like something customized specifically for parades, for the Grand Marshall, a celebrity, or a beauty queen to sit upon.
My heart started racing. My "encounter" with Jeff came flooding back, most unwelcome. That meeting had gone as bad as I feared, but it did let me determine that Jeff had nothing to do with Timmy's disappearance. Should I take the chance on a meeting with Vanessa?
I started circling Vanessa, slowly descending while I thought it through. She looked to be in a grand mood, big bright smile as she waved to the adorning crowd. Vanessa was their beautiful undead queen, and they were all eager to give her their throats, eager to feel her sharp fangs penetrate their necks. Fang whores, one and all.
Vanessa looked up at me when I was only fifty feet up. I saw a faint frown flitter across her face, then she returned her attention to the crowd. I guess she wasn't too concerned with Black Heart flying around. So I stopped being stealthy, and wishy-washy, and made a couple simple maneuvers and swooped down at the front of the Cadillac.
At the last second I pulled up, hovered twenty feet above the open air limo, and dropped straight down with wings fully extended to slow my descent.
"No!" Vanessa snapped, both hands thrust out in opposite directions to hold off her undead bodyguards. "I'll handle her."
"Ooh, handle me?" I said, a mischievous grin on my face. "If that means hot girl-on-girl with you, count me in, baby."
Vanessa just raised a haughty eyebrow.
"Guess that is a no," I said, as I landed. "Hello, Vanessa. Looking good."
Vanessa was wearing a designer gown of shimmering red silk, her neck, ears, and wrists a-sparkle with diamonds and rubies. The sexy Latina's dark brown hair was long and parted down the middle. Even her undead thugs were exquisitely attired, looking like models as they walked down the street to either side of her limo.
The inside of the stretch limousine had a wrap-around seat, in white leather and red carpet. There was a small refrigerator and lots of champaign.
Vanessa wasn't alone in the limo. To either side of her sat beautiful blondes. They also wore designer gowns and a ton of jewelry. The fourth person was a man, tall, dark, handsome, and looking to be well into his fifties. He wore a tuxedo and looked quite comfortable there sipping champaign. They were all vampires.
"You and your entourage definitely win the best dressed award," I said.
"Thank you," Vanessa said, smiling now. The other three vamps lifted their champaign glasses to me in acknowledgement, all with very pleased looks. "As you can see, Black Heart, we are in the middle of something. Please state your business and leave."
"This is Black Heart," the male said. "Impressive. You say she's only three months old?"
"Three months and some change," I said, turning to face him. Up close he was even more impressive. His dark hair was cut short, but his beard was gray with just a sprinkling of dark hairs. Distinguished looking was the best way to describe him. Maybe suave. "And you
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