the full attention of the other two vamps in the room. “The forger’s DNA matched a rogue vampire from a coven up north. He has been independent for over 80 years now, with no ties to his coven. His bloodline has been verified and his family told of his death.”
“Well, Goddamn! What was his family line?” William asked excitedly.
Owning a seat on the Council extended Raymond private information to many social covens, but his oath of secrecy prevented him from divulging all information to his own team. “His family wishes that information not be made public. The forger was older than I am and they want to protect their family name.”
“If he’s been independent for that long he probably didn’t have strong ties to his bloodline, but it’s understandable they wouldn’t want this made public,” Ben agreed.
William shook his head. “He did have an amazing talent. Shame he wasted his gift.”
Ben held up one of the fake security passes. “Here is something odd I wanted to share with you, Raymond. The woman on this security pass is already an employee at the White House. She’s an intern.”
Raymond took the card from Ben. “What security clearance is on the pass?”
“All access. She was supposed to work yesterday but never showed up. Sterling was investigating the names on these passes. He just called from her apartment. It looks like she hasn’t been home in weeks.”
Raymond read the name from the pass. “Is Verna Foiles even her real name?”
“She checked out,” Ben said as he posted his findings onto the smart board. “I reviewed her White House application forms, her college transcripts, birth records, everything. If Verna Foiles isn’t her real name, she has been that alias for the last thirty years.”
“Keep an eye out for her then. She’s the only lead we have in the case.” A text came in on his phone and Raymond quickly read the message. He gritted his teeth. “Something went wrong with the forger’s evidence. What happened to it before you uploaded the fake info?”
“Did our human team find something that ain’t right?” William asked.
Ben looked over to Raymond. “Our human team won’t find anything. I scrubbed everything, including the bag itself. Not a single fingerprint or DNA remain on the forger’s backpack or its contents. I made sure of that.”
William added, “With no DNA to help ID that forger, they’ll be pullin’ up short on their end. As long as they don’t ask for a body, we should be rockin’ our way to easy street on this one. It’ll just be an unknown forger who disappeared into the wind.”
Raymond looked back down at the text. “Should be, but they’re having issues with the evidence. What about the memory cards? Were those clean?” Raymond asked as he texted back a reply.
Ben furrowed his brow with concern. “I transferred the designs of the passes on to new memory cards. The original cards had other files on them. There was nothing specific to vampires on it, no bloodlines and no names. But there were some files that read like journal entries. The forger sure hated humans and was verbose and explicit in his writings.”
William shot a concerned look over to Raymond. “Dude, it’s all good. What’s crawlin’ up their asses about the evidence this time?”
Raymond read Dixon’s email, “Cleanup needed – Tweetle Dee and Tweetle Dumb.”
William looked over to Ben, “Who?”
Ben rolled his eyes. “You know, Brandon and his tall sidekick.”
*******
Raymond arrived nearly an hour later to Dixon’s office for the cleaning. He felt sorry for Dixon the minute he entered the office – judging by the coffee mugs and the exhausted expression on Dixon’s face, Matt and Brandon had been there for a while.
“Thanks Agent Smith for coming by,” Dixon said. “Please continue fellows, and tell Agent Smith everything you’ve told me.”
Brandon inspected ‘Agent Smith’ like he had ordered a ham on rye, but was handed a
“Well, Goddamn! What was his family line?” William asked excitedly.
Owning a seat on the Council extended Raymond private information to many social covens, but his oath of secrecy prevented him from divulging all information to his own team. “His family wishes that information not be made public. The forger was older than I am and they want to protect their family name.”
“If he’s been independent for that long he probably didn’t have strong ties to his bloodline, but it’s understandable they wouldn’t want this made public,” Ben agreed.
William shook his head. “He did have an amazing talent. Shame he wasted his gift.”
Ben held up one of the fake security passes. “Here is something odd I wanted to share with you, Raymond. The woman on this security pass is already an employee at the White House. She’s an intern.”
Raymond took the card from Ben. “What security clearance is on the pass?”
“All access. She was supposed to work yesterday but never showed up. Sterling was investigating the names on these passes. He just called from her apartment. It looks like she hasn’t been home in weeks.”
Raymond read the name from the pass. “Is Verna Foiles even her real name?”
“She checked out,” Ben said as he posted his findings onto the smart board. “I reviewed her White House application forms, her college transcripts, birth records, everything. If Verna Foiles isn’t her real name, she has been that alias for the last thirty years.”
“Keep an eye out for her then. She’s the only lead we have in the case.” A text came in on his phone and Raymond quickly read the message. He gritted his teeth. “Something went wrong with the forger’s evidence. What happened to it before you uploaded the fake info?”
“Did our human team find something that ain’t right?” William asked.
Ben looked over to Raymond. “Our human team won’t find anything. I scrubbed everything, including the bag itself. Not a single fingerprint or DNA remain on the forger’s backpack or its contents. I made sure of that.”
William added, “With no DNA to help ID that forger, they’ll be pullin’ up short on their end. As long as they don’t ask for a body, we should be rockin’ our way to easy street on this one. It’ll just be an unknown forger who disappeared into the wind.”
Raymond looked back down at the text. “Should be, but they’re having issues with the evidence. What about the memory cards? Were those clean?” Raymond asked as he texted back a reply.
Ben furrowed his brow with concern. “I transferred the designs of the passes on to new memory cards. The original cards had other files on them. There was nothing specific to vampires on it, no bloodlines and no names. But there were some files that read like journal entries. The forger sure hated humans and was verbose and explicit in his writings.”
William shot a concerned look over to Raymond. “Dude, it’s all good. What’s crawlin’ up their asses about the evidence this time?”
Raymond read Dixon’s email, “Cleanup needed – Tweetle Dee and Tweetle Dumb.”
William looked over to Ben, “Who?”
Ben rolled his eyes. “You know, Brandon and his tall sidekick.”
*******
Raymond arrived nearly an hour later to Dixon’s office for the cleaning. He felt sorry for Dixon the minute he entered the office – judging by the coffee mugs and the exhausted expression on Dixon’s face, Matt and Brandon had been there for a while.
“Thanks Agent Smith for coming by,” Dixon said. “Please continue fellows, and tell Agent Smith everything you’ve told me.”
Brandon inspected ‘Agent Smith’ like he had ordered a ham on rye, but was handed a
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