Burke spent Friday and Saturday nights the way he always did, hunting for vampires bent on feeding from humans. All the while he kept his senses open for any sign of Reynaud. It was well after midnight on Saturday when he decided he’d had enough of trolling the streets. He made his way back to the Quarter and to the club where he and Reynaud had first met. Wishful thinking that he might show up here? Probably.
When he wended his way through the mass of men to the bar, the bartender arched an eyebrow. “Where’s your sidekick?” he asked.
“Off on a business trip,” Burke replied, figuring that was close enough to the truth.
He took the beer the bartender handed him, paid, then went upstairs. It was equally as busy there, to the point he was lucky to find a place to squeeze in along the raili
