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before I walked through the back door, after parking the TinyCar in Aunt Bree's overly large garage.
"Hey," I said.
"Problem," she replied.
"What's that?"
"Mike's missing. Never made it to his friend's house after he got off work."
Another line on my cell phone buzzed while Anita's words ran through my mind. "Wait," I said, "I have another call."
"Hello?" I said after switching to the other line.
"Rick's about to go crazy," Farin wept. "We can't find Mike anywhere."
"Where are you?" I asked.
"At Rick's." She rattled off the downtown address.
"I'll be there in a few," I said, before going back to Anita. "That was Farin," I said. "She and her brother are about to have a meltdown because they can't find Mike. I told Farin I'd be at her brother's house in a little while. Want to come?"
"Sure, although I believe you're aware that either the wolves or the vamps probably have him by now—it's dark outside."
"Yeah. That has crossed my mind," I agreed. "Want to come here, first?"
"Nah. Give me the address. I don't like getting my car out unless I have to."
"Agreed. I'll meet you at Rick's place," I said and ended the call. If Farin hadn't asked, I'd probably leave Mike to his fate.
Or not.
Stuffing one of my new knives into a boot after I changed clothes, I skipped to Rick's downtown loft. Anita was in the hall outside his door, waiting for me when I arrived.
"Want dinner after?" I asked her.
"Sure. Weather apparently pays good," she jerked her head at Rick's door. It was an upscale condo building, with plenty of space, which was unusual for the area. Houses and buildings tended to be narrow and tall.
"Yeah." I pressed the doorbell. Farin answered the door and hugged me immediately.
"I'm really sorry to bother you like this," her brother, Rick, stood behind Farin. "It's just—you got us away from that bar last night, and I still don't understand how that happened. We need to find Mike," he added, sounding a bit lost.
"Did he say he was going to make any stops on the way home?" Anita walked past us and set her purse on the glass coffee table next to a stylish, chocolate-brown sofa.
"He said he was going to pick up pizza, after getting a rental car since his was destroyed," Rick said, motioning me farther into his apartment. "Pizza from Cecille's, our favorite place. I called—they know us there. They said he never came in."
"What about the parking lot?" I asked. "Is that a good place for somebody to grab him? Do you know what his rental looked like?"
"That parking lot does get dark at night, especially if it's foggy," Rick conceded. "But this was still daytime and not much fog. He said the rental was a black Lexus."
"Let's go take a look," Anita pulled her purse over a shoulder. "We can look for the car, at least."
"I didn't think of that," Rick muttered before grabbing a jacket off a chair. "Farin, do you want to stay here, in case he comes back?"
"I guess," she agreed. "Let me know if you find anything."
"You know I will," he said. Anita and I exchanged glances as we followed Rick out of the apartment.
It took half an hour to get to the restaurant, which had a small, partially lit parking lot. Parking spaces at the side were illuminated; spaces behind the building weren't, except for one weak bulb by the back door. A Dumpster close to the door could have hidden an attacker, if he intended to grab somebody.
That's where we found Mike's Lexus—empty and locked. "We really ought to call the police," I turned to Rick. "This is their job, now. We shouldn't muck up the crime scene."
"All right," he mumbled and hauled out his cell phone.
It was while he was dialing 9-1-1 that the horrible feeling of panic hit me.
Dad always said that his mother—my grandmother—had some sort of sixth sense when somebody was in trouble that she cared about.
Farin was in trouble.
No, don't ask me to explain it—I couldn't explain it to myself. "I have to help Farin," I shouted at Anita before skipping back to Rick's
"Hey," I said.
"Problem," she replied.
"What's that?"
"Mike's missing. Never made it to his friend's house after he got off work."
Another line on my cell phone buzzed while Anita's words ran through my mind. "Wait," I said, "I have another call."
"Hello?" I said after switching to the other line.
"Rick's about to go crazy," Farin wept. "We can't find Mike anywhere."
"Where are you?" I asked.
"At Rick's." She rattled off the downtown address.
"I'll be there in a few," I said, before going back to Anita. "That was Farin," I said. "She and her brother are about to have a meltdown because they can't find Mike. I told Farin I'd be at her brother's house in a little while. Want to come?"
"Sure, although I believe you're aware that either the wolves or the vamps probably have him by now—it's dark outside."
"Yeah. That has crossed my mind," I agreed. "Want to come here, first?"
"Nah. Give me the address. I don't like getting my car out unless I have to."
"Agreed. I'll meet you at Rick's place," I said and ended the call. If Farin hadn't asked, I'd probably leave Mike to his fate.
Or not.
Stuffing one of my new knives into a boot after I changed clothes, I skipped to Rick's downtown loft. Anita was in the hall outside his door, waiting for me when I arrived.
"Want dinner after?" I asked her.
"Sure. Weather apparently pays good," she jerked her head at Rick's door. It was an upscale condo building, with plenty of space, which was unusual for the area. Houses and buildings tended to be narrow and tall.
"Yeah." I pressed the doorbell. Farin answered the door and hugged me immediately.
"I'm really sorry to bother you like this," her brother, Rick, stood behind Farin. "It's just—you got us away from that bar last night, and I still don't understand how that happened. We need to find Mike," he added, sounding a bit lost.
"Did he say he was going to make any stops on the way home?" Anita walked past us and set her purse on the glass coffee table next to a stylish, chocolate-brown sofa.
"He said he was going to pick up pizza, after getting a rental car since his was destroyed," Rick said, motioning me farther into his apartment. "Pizza from Cecille's, our favorite place. I called—they know us there. They said he never came in."
"What about the parking lot?" I asked. "Is that a good place for somebody to grab him? Do you know what his rental looked like?"
"That parking lot does get dark at night, especially if it's foggy," Rick conceded. "But this was still daytime and not much fog. He said the rental was a black Lexus."
"Let's go take a look," Anita pulled her purse over a shoulder. "We can look for the car, at least."
"I didn't think of that," Rick muttered before grabbing a jacket off a chair. "Farin, do you want to stay here, in case he comes back?"
"I guess," she agreed. "Let me know if you find anything."
"You know I will," he said. Anita and I exchanged glances as we followed Rick out of the apartment.
It took half an hour to get to the restaurant, which had a small, partially lit parking lot. Parking spaces at the side were illuminated; spaces behind the building weren't, except for one weak bulb by the back door. A Dumpster close to the door could have hidden an attacker, if he intended to grab somebody.
That's where we found Mike's Lexus—empty and locked. "We really ought to call the police," I turned to Rick. "This is their job, now. We shouldn't muck up the crime scene."
"All right," he mumbled and hauled out his cell phone.
It was while he was dialing 9-1-1 that the horrible feeling of panic hit me.
Dad always said that his mother—my grandmother—had some sort of sixth sense when somebody was in trouble that she cared about.
Farin was in trouble.
No, don't ask me to explain it—I couldn't explain it to myself. "I have to help Farin," I shouted at Anita before skipping back to Rick's
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