The Bloody Mary Diet: The Detective Adele Series Book 1 by Caroline Stuchlik Page B

vampire hearing and I know I don’t have to but I can’t help it. I am nervous. I tell the driver that I know he is working for Demetri and that everyone else will as soon as they notice I am not at my meeting. He laughs and says they want Trevor to know. How will he know how to behave if he doesn’t know who will suffer the repercussions. Good point. I tell the guy driving the cab that Seams Street is a shitty area and he gives me a funny look. Big points for being too stupid to take my phone. The GPS is picking up every turn and I am sure Trevor is recording every word. I hear Trevor’s voice in my head, “Stay on as long as you can.”
    “I love you, Trevor.” I feel him in my head. I hope it is not just my imagination.
    W e pull up in front of a very posh two story house in the middle of nowhere. I managed to give the last street name I saw but I have no idea where we are. I am still on the phone and I have managed to say the cab number and the ID on the badge. The guy driving is as dumb as a box of rocks. He knows I have my phone, does he think I am not going to use it? I can only hope whoever is in the house is just as stupid. The last thing I do as the car comes to the stop is slip the phone under the car seat as far back as I can.
    The driver opens my door and dr ags me out. He is way bigger than me and I don’t resist but he slams my head against the door a couple of times anyway. When we get to the top of the stairs and he opens the door we are greeted by several other vampires all wearing similar suits. They all look very cheap and very greasy, I know none of these guys can be Demetri.  The biggest one comes up to us. He asks how it went and my driver, Victor, says “It went fine. She’s just a girl.”
    Big laughs all around. I swear to God, when I am out of here I am going to do a study to prove there is a correlation between being extremely stupid and extremely mean. Like, how many skin heads are members of MENSA, I am betting not a lot. The average IQ of members of the Westborough Baptist Church, probably significantly below average.  I wonder how these jackasses have the brain power to get dressed in the morning.
    The big guy a sks if he patted me down and Viktor answers, “No, I was driving.”
    Big guy smiles like he just won the lottery and I realize that I am just about to get felt up in a very public way.
    By the time they shove me into an attic room I have been totally molested and slapped several times but no one has asked me a single question. Not even one. Those assholes can underestimate me all day long as far as I am concerned. They may have got to slap my butt and laugh but I got to leave my phone turned on in the stolen car out front. Trevor will know where I am by now and it’s just a matter of time until he and Michaels get here.
    Demetri should have hired smarter flunkies.
    It is very dark and very cold in the small attic room. If I had known I was going to be abducted I would have dressed more appropriately. Flats and a coat would be good because these heals and my thin jacket are just not doing it. A protein bar and some bottled water would also be nice. Maybe next time.
    I raise a small witch light and I can see a few pieces of old furniture in the room along with some old magazines and papers. They must have paid extra for the spider webs because there are a ton of them. One of the pieces of furniture is a dresser with a small broken mirror. I walk over to check my reflection. My face will be a mass of bruises. What kind of s icko gets off on slapping a girl in the face? I slide down the wall and try to think. I have to get out of here. It’s only a matter of time until they think of more fun things to do with me and I don’t want to be here when they do.
    I feel a tickle inside my left ear. I put my finger up to it and it comes out cover in blood. My left ear is bleeding from the inside. That is probably not good.
    The room doesn’t offer a lot in the way of comfort but I