Dead Certain (Eve Benson: Vampire Book 3)

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Lenore, who shook her head sadly.
    “I fear he didn’t make it. Not so
far. Barb and Cormack however seem to have defeated the small dying, so that is
all well. They are both handling their own concerns during the day for now,
since I haven’t needed time off in several days. Don’t tell him yet, but I
believe that a certain Vampire is slated to take over the Iowa Node complex in
the next days. In fact, I know it. The news just came in, about an hour ago.”
Lenore seemed pleased enough about it that her smile seemed nearly real.
    Eve bit her lip, so that she
wouldn’t scream, and pumped her right fist.
    “Right, friggen, on! That’s
incredible. I should get him a present or something. Maybe a house?” It sounded
ridiculous to her, at first, but she actually had the money in her account for
it. Not that she knew how to buy something like that, personally. “You can help
with that? I can put up the cash, if we don’t go too expensive, but the rest of
it is kind of beyond me.”
    That, it seemed, was a mistake to
admit to, since Lenore gave her a look that seemed very nearly insane,
suddenly.
    “Oh? I suppose you wouldn’t have
done things like that before, would you? Very well, I can walk you through it.
You’ll need to travel to the area, to view the houses. It wouldn’t do to give
him an inferior gift, after all.”
    Eve nodded. She’d just walked
from another continent and back. Slowly. She could go to the heartland in a few
hours, if she hurried.
    “After I get a shower? I’ve been
walking around with blood splatters all over me for days. It’s gross.” She
waved at her shirt, which wasn’t that bad, really. Not considering what she’d been
doing. There were stains though, and it was going to be work to save it for
anything in particular. Plus, if she was going to be looking up real estate,
she would want the internet. That meant taking a trip home first, then invading
Troy’s. It would work well enough, since he’d be asleep by then, she didn’t
doubt.
    Lenore smiled about it all,
especially when she mentioned that she’d be back, for the night shift. After
all, it was Cormack’s night, and he’d just gotten a promotion, so might want to
celebrate or something silly like that.
    She hurried through getting
cleaned up, running the nearly twenty miles to Edom’s house as fast as she
could. He wasn’t there, being up north for the early part of the day, watching
over some of their business concerns. It was a bit strange, but Eve kind of
missed seeing him. It wasn’t like they were attached at the hip, but she really
wanted his attention, for some strange reason. It was probably some kind of
daddy issue thing, which, honestly, she had going on in spades .
    That wasn’t a new thing though,
was it?
    Really, she needed to call her
other dad. Roy. She hadn’t since becoming a Vampire. It wasn’t that odd, since
she’d only been in touch a few times a year, since moving to Washington, but he
might be worried about her by now. Or not. Eve had always been aware that her
father felt obligated to watch out for her, or had eventually, but didn’t feel
anything in particular toward her otherwise. It took a special kind of neglect
to let your little daughter live in a drug den for sixteen years, didn’t it?
Especially if you were a Police Chief.
    It wasn’t like he hadn’t known
about that part of things. Her mother had been arrested too many times for him
to have missed that part. Sure, he might not have known that Eve had been pimped
out as a child sex slave, but she’d never actually had that talk with him, had
she? It wasn’t in the cards either, since knowing that he actually had would
probably mean she’d kill him. It always had.
    Hence her putting off getting in
touch with him now.
    She pushed even harder than
before on the way to Troy’s, barely able to see it hurt so much, and wasn’t
surprised to find her buddy asleep for the day already. The eleven year old
girl in the living room was a

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