Chapter 7
Burke had concluded late Saturday night that he’d have to take the following week off from work so that he could spend every night looking for Silvan.
“The boss wasn’t happy, but I told him it was a family emergency,” he’d said to Reynaud when he called him Monday evening. “Thankfully, he didn’t ask what family, since he knows my folks are dead.”
It was now Wednesday, and Reynaud was beyond frustrated. “Where are you, bastard?” he growled, slamming his hand against a dumpster before continuing on his way from Bourbon to Royal Street.
He had known it was a crapshoot that Burke would be the right place at the right time to sense Silvan’s presence. They all had. It was the reason he was out prowling the streets, too.
Between Friday and Tuesday evening three vampires had vanishe
