knew who could possibly take over Skye’s lessons in Vampire 101. Unfortunately, it seemed when it came to fledgling vampires the urge to protect them overrode all other considerations. It seemed the accepted “law” that the maker was responsible for the new vampire was more of a physical compulsion than an actual rule in their society.
Thomas sat down tiredly, his need to catch the vampires responsible for these horrific attacks obviously weighing on him heavily. They’d worked together for more than five decades, and if Benjamin knew anything about his werewolf partner, it was that he didn’t like losing—ever.
“Their trail stopped about four blocks from the nightclub. It dead-ended at a parking lot, so we’re pretty sure they’re using modern forms of transportation.” Benjamin almost smiled at his partner’s dislike of cars. Born during a time when life moved much more slowly, Thomas had never made a secret of his dislike for vehicles that could travel faster than a horse. Apparently his distaste extended all the way to the word “car.”
Fortunately, Thomas was also a soldier who knew that modern transportation was a necessary evil that, over long distances, enabled them to do their jobs properly. Benjamin had overheard Thomas’s whispered self-pep talk more than once—“I don’t have to like it. I just have to do it.”
“So where do we go from here?” Benjamin asked. Technically, he was the commanding officer of their PUP squad but they’d all been working together so long that every man knew the strengths and weaknesses of each of his teammates as well as he knew his own. These days they worked together like a well-oiled machine. It was very rare that Benjamin had to do more than agree with his team’s suggestions.
“Wilson has been trying to trace the e-mail back to its origin but whoever sent it knows an awful lot about tech. Maybe even more than Wilson.” Benjamin raised an eyebrow, laughing softly as Thomas added, “And if you tell him I said that you are going to be one very unhappy vampire.”
It was no secret that Wilson considered himself one of the world’s leading hackers. Fortunately for their PUP squad he was probably right. It sure wouldn’t sit well with him to come across a puzzle he couldn’t break, and knowing Wilson, he’d probably remain hunched over his keyboard doing whatever it was he did until he had an answer.
“What about the club? Did anyone see Skye or the other woman leave?”
“None that we could find. Alex tried the concerned-big-brother routine but all he got was adoring fans wanting to give him their numbers.” Even after fifty years of working together, Benjamin still couldn’t believe how easily Alex attracted women. They practically fell at his feet wherever he went. “The club owner identified us straight away. He seemed friendly enough, but I reckon he’s probably given every paranormal living in town the heads-up as to our presence.”
“It shouldn’t be too much of a problem. The vamps we’re looking for are unlikely to be locals. They’re probably just passing through.” He glanced down at the woman sleeping in his arms. “With a bit of luck the locals will close ranks and protect their town from any unknowns. Did you manage to control the murder scene?”
Thomas looked a little offended by the question. Normally Benjamin was working right beside him on cases like this, and if the woman in his arms hadn’t been in such dire need, this mission would have been like any other.
“Again,” Thomas said on an exhaled breath, “I’m pretty sure every local member of the paranormal community will know all about it by morning, but the humans and their law enforcement should remain unaware. Alex put in a call for a pixie cleaning crew.” Thomas shuddered as he said the last three words. Pixies were well known in the paranormal world as assassins for hire but were often engaged by the Ruling Body to help hide evidence of violent death