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know,” Kade agreed. “But I’ve got a plan for that. I’ve given some thought to what we discussed.
“You mean…a friend?”
“Anthony’s here.”
“The detective? From Philadelphia?” Dominique asked.
“Yeah. Her partner,” Kade confirmed.
“So she’s agreed?” Luca questioned with a cocked eyebrow.
“She doesn’t know yet. We’ll discuss it later.”
“I think you might want to tell her sooner than later,” Luca suggested.
“Can someone clue me in as to what you’re talking about?” Dominique whined. “Why are we just standing here anyway? Let’s get this show on the road. I’m looking forward to staking out that Matt guy.”
“Pat,” Kade corrected.
“Matt. Pat. Whatever,” she sighed and flicked her nails. “So, where's Sydney?”
“Sydney’s in the living room with the detective. We don’t know where we’re going, let alone who’s going. I called you over to talk to Anthony and strategize.”
It wasn’t as if Kade hadn’t given it thought. On the contrary, he knew exactly what he planned to do. If he had to visit every blood club in the damn city, he would. The last thing he needed was this asshole criminal stirring up trouble. All it took was one vampire with delusions of grandeur to cause an uprising. His cell buzzed and he swiped his thumb across the glass. He read the text, and blew out a breath.
“There’s been an attack at Embo,” he said.
“What happened?” Luca asked.
“I don’t know. The text is from Gil Martin.”
“The bartender?”
“Yeah. Looks like a couple of vampires are dead. P-CAP is on the scene.”
“Well, shit.”
“It’s time to roll. I’m gonna go tell Anthony. Get the car,” Kade ordered.
Chapter Eight
Kade took in the scene at Embo. Blinding house lights illuminated the blood-sprayed walls. Bar stools and chairs strewn about the floor indicated signs of a struggle. From what he could tell, there weren’t many witnesses alive to question. The only employee he recognized was Gil Martin, who stood behind the bar pouring himself a shot of tequila.
Despite his best efforts to convince Sydney to stay at home with Dominique, she’d insisted she’d be safer with him. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t expected her refusal, but he gave her points for persuasion. She and Anthony stayed close as they checked out the debris, never leaving his sight. He kicked through a pile of ash and assumed that a vampire had been staked. His gaze caught Gil’s and the bartender nodded in silent understanding.
“Who did this?” Kade asked.
“There were four of them. All wearing masks.”
“Ski masks?”
“No, man. I’m talkin’ full head coverings. Devils and animals.”
“Okay,” Kade breathed. “Well, this is New Orleans. They could have gotten them just about anywhere.”
“Not sure if this matters, and you know I already told P-CAP, but the masks…they weren’t the cheap ones. They were leather. The kind some of the more expensive stores sell.”
“Or they could have bought them on the internet.”
“Yeah, I don’t know. It all went down fast. I would have called you sooner but you know how P-CAP is.”
“What time did this happen?”
“It was about six or seven this morning.” Gil slammed the liquor down his throat, coughed and scrubbed his hand over his hair. “I was getting ready to turn things over to the dayshift. Counting tips. Not many people are here at that time.”
“Who was?”
“They killed Sean. You know, he works the front. The band had already gone. There were just a few other vamps still here. Both are dead. You’re walkin’ in ‘em.”
“Donors?”
“Yeah, they seemed more interested in them.”
“What’re you talking about?”
“They wanted names. Wanted to know who was here, like they were lookin’ for someone. I gave them the inventory list.”
“Where’s the list?”
“I don’t know. It’s on an iPad. We keep track of everything that way. I gave it to one of them and that
“You mean…a friend?”
“Anthony’s here.”
“The detective? From Philadelphia?” Dominique asked.
“Yeah. Her partner,” Kade confirmed.
“So she’s agreed?” Luca questioned with a cocked eyebrow.
“She doesn’t know yet. We’ll discuss it later.”
“I think you might want to tell her sooner than later,” Luca suggested.
“Can someone clue me in as to what you’re talking about?” Dominique whined. “Why are we just standing here anyway? Let’s get this show on the road. I’m looking forward to staking out that Matt guy.”
“Pat,” Kade corrected.
“Matt. Pat. Whatever,” she sighed and flicked her nails. “So, where's Sydney?”
“Sydney’s in the living room with the detective. We don’t know where we’re going, let alone who’s going. I called you over to talk to Anthony and strategize.”
It wasn’t as if Kade hadn’t given it thought. On the contrary, he knew exactly what he planned to do. If he had to visit every blood club in the damn city, he would. The last thing he needed was this asshole criminal stirring up trouble. All it took was one vampire with delusions of grandeur to cause an uprising. His cell buzzed and he swiped his thumb across the glass. He read the text, and blew out a breath.
“There’s been an attack at Embo,” he said.
“What happened?” Luca asked.
“I don’t know. The text is from Gil Martin.”
“The bartender?”
“Yeah. Looks like a couple of vampires are dead. P-CAP is on the scene.”
“Well, shit.”
“It’s time to roll. I’m gonna go tell Anthony. Get the car,” Kade ordered.
Chapter Eight
Kade took in the scene at Embo. Blinding house lights illuminated the blood-sprayed walls. Bar stools and chairs strewn about the floor indicated signs of a struggle. From what he could tell, there weren’t many witnesses alive to question. The only employee he recognized was Gil Martin, who stood behind the bar pouring himself a shot of tequila.
Despite his best efforts to convince Sydney to stay at home with Dominique, she’d insisted she’d be safer with him. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t expected her refusal, but he gave her points for persuasion. She and Anthony stayed close as they checked out the debris, never leaving his sight. He kicked through a pile of ash and assumed that a vampire had been staked. His gaze caught Gil’s and the bartender nodded in silent understanding.
“Who did this?” Kade asked.
“There were four of them. All wearing masks.”
“Ski masks?”
“No, man. I’m talkin’ full head coverings. Devils and animals.”
“Okay,” Kade breathed. “Well, this is New Orleans. They could have gotten them just about anywhere.”
“Not sure if this matters, and you know I already told P-CAP, but the masks…they weren’t the cheap ones. They were leather. The kind some of the more expensive stores sell.”
“Or they could have bought them on the internet.”
“Yeah, I don’t know. It all went down fast. I would have called you sooner but you know how P-CAP is.”
“What time did this happen?”
“It was about six or seven this morning.” Gil slammed the liquor down his throat, coughed and scrubbed his hand over his hair. “I was getting ready to turn things over to the dayshift. Counting tips. Not many people are here at that time.”
“Who was?”
“They killed Sean. You know, he works the front. The band had already gone. There were just a few other vamps still here. Both are dead. You’re walkin’ in ‘em.”
“Donors?”
“Yeah, they seemed more interested in them.”
“What’re you talking about?”
“They wanted names. Wanted to know who was here, like they were lookin’ for someone. I gave them the inventory list.”
“Where’s the list?”
“I don’t know. It’s on an iPad. We keep track of everything that way. I gave it to one of them and that
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