wrong.”
Asshole.
“Did you talk to anyone else after you left the police station?”
“No.” The word shot out of Katie’s mouth. She didn’t want him to know about Jules or Joe, or her visit to the Devil. Jules was her best friend and she’d do anything to protect her, even if it meant fighting the vamp sitting behind her steering wheel.
Riker’s brows tightened as he eyed her. “Where did you stay the night?”
“I parked behind a building and slept. Then I went shopping for clothes during the day. You saw my bag in the trunk.”
“You’re certain no one else knows what happened to Kyle?”
“Well…” She lifted a shoulder. “If someone had a police scanner, they could’ve heard about it.” It was a true statement, proven by Andy.
“Yes, that is possible.”
Katie sat silently, staring out at the dark highway. She hated lying, but felt it was her best option to protect her close friends. Daylight was a few hours away. As soon as the sun rose, she’d find Jules and warn her. Then, she’d take money from her account and send her and Joe on vacation in Indianapolis for a week. Neither the vamp after her nor Riker would ever know others had knowledge of Kyle. But she’d have to act fast.
“So…what now?” Katie asked.
“I have to make sure Kyle’s existence is erased.”
“What? Why? Isn’t the assassin taking care of that?”
“I assume he is, but I need to make sure.”
“But Kyle was your friend? Why would you–”
Riker shot an arctic glare at her. “Because we do, even for our comrades. Many of us want peace and not to be looked down upon as evil creatures. There’s enough terror and horror in the world. If humans found out about us, it would only intensify their fear and cause them to hate us.”
Although his explanation made perfect sense, it was sad. Many of them were kind, honorable, respectable–minus the one next to her–and willing to coexist with humans. But mankind only knew of their own race and what science could explain. Stepping outside of those boundaries was simply too difficult. If only more humans could understand not all vampires were murderers.
“All right. Where to first?” Katie asked.
“The coroner. We have just enough time to pay a visit. Then, we’re checking in at a hotel.”
“We?”
“Yes, I booked two rooms together.”
“But–”
“I’ll sleep in the bathroom. It’s not my preferred place to rest, but it will do.”
The bathroom? Of course. He could cover the bottom of the door with a towel and no sunlight would filter in. Kyle did the same thing when they were out of town. She mentally berated herself for not remembering. Perhaps if she’d been more alert instead of sleeping most of the day, she could’ve visited the fifteen hotels in Mishawaka to try to find the rogue. Then again, she didn’t have a clue what he looked like and she couldn’t search every room in fifteen hotels. Not to mention, if she severed the vamp’s head, leaving a headless body in a room might cause a scene.
“I’ll check the barn and cellar in the morning and bring everything back with me.”
She glanced between the seats. Her Camaro was her prized possession, but one detail it lacked was space. “On second thought, I’ll bring what we can use. The rest I’ll leave there.”
“Is the barn secured?”
She twisted to face the front. “Well enough, from humans anyway.”
“Good.”
Katie leaned back in her seat and stretched out her legs. She disliked the thought of visiting the coroner at such a late hour. Moreover, she hated the idea of seeing Kyle’s charred remains on a silver tray. The thought sickened her.
“I doubt you’ll find much at the coroner’s office.”
“I expect to find nothing.”
“You think his remains are gone already?”
“Your assassin has had all night to cover Kyle’s trail. It doesn’t take long to clean up a mess, especially if Kyle stayed hidden as well as you say he did.”
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