Neil put the folder on a small table in the remarkably modest apartment. The size was notable, considering Albert was the leader of a faction of a huge city’s worth of vampires. It was a vast improvement over the tiny studio he’d lived in until yesterday afternoon, but small compared to what people would expect, until they understood the reasons behind it.
“Done with this?” Marshall asked. “Got it committed to memory?”
“Yeah. You fixin’ to burn it or something?”
Marshall laughed. “Shredder is good enough.”
Although they used computers for much of their business, and had experts keeping their data safe, they still took precautions to avoid a digital trail wherever possible, particularly for any information that would raise immediate eyebrows.
The identity Neil had assumed hadn’t been c
