Chapter 5
The call from Grant came just after five.
“He’s not here.”
My heart sank as soon as the words spilled out of the phone’s speaker, and my guilt intensified. We had tried calling, texting, and when we continued not to get an answer, we’d decided one of us needed to check Lee’s.
“I’m going to drive by the house.”
By “the house,” I had to assume Grant meant the vampire’s house.
“No, you’re not.” Vic practically growled the words. “It will be dark in just over an hour. You’re coming back here, and we are making a plan.”
“Are you sure?” I could hear Grant opening and closing drawers on his end. “I have enough time to scope the place for a good entry point.”
“You said it was pre-revolutionary war, Christopher?” Vic looked up from his computer.
“Yeah, something like that. Saltbo
