Chapter 38Hours later, by the light of a street-lamp in downtown Berlin, Germany, Jonah and the others stared down at an old beggar vampire sitting on a curb. He was an informant of Stanza's (an old friend, apparently, who'd fallen on hard times), and he spoke English, which was a good thing.
"Conrad Kirkellan?" The vampire licked his fangs. "I might know where you can find him."
"And where would that be, Gunther?" said Stanza.
"I'll tell you." The old beggar leered at Jonah. "But first, I need a little something to wet my whistle."
Jonah shook his head. "Uh-uh. No way." Everywhere he went—Tucson, Bluegiller, Lyonesse, and now Berlin—vampires craved his blood.
"For the fiftieth time, no," said Stanza. "You can't drink my clients."
"Come on, Brünnhilde," said Gunther. "For o
