After taking Reynaud home, Burke did as they’d planned and walked the area around Magazine as if searching for more vampires. He sensed several, all benign. By two-thirty he figured it was safe to head to his house. If he’s been watching, he’ll follow me. Of course, with that thought, he found he was checking out every car behind him until it occurred to him the vampire could be flying somewhere above him. Either way works, as long as I draw him into our trap.
He pulled into his driveway, parked, and went inside. The moment he entered his living room he froze. A woman was sitting on the sofa, holding a gun pointed directly at his chest.
“Sorry to have to do things this way,” she said. “Well, not really. Why don’t you have a seat while we wait for your friend, or friends I hope, to arrive
