Call Dr. Grange and ask her where baby vamps hang out
Dr. Grange’s number is programmed in my phone. I don’t remember adding it myself, so she must have. I can’t be mad. She made sure the phone came home with me and was thoughtful enough to put it on the charger for me.
I’m also thrilled it survived the attack. There is a new chip in the case and a long scratch along the side, maybe where it hit the pavement. But the screen is unbroken. Lucky indeed.
Dr. Grange picks up on the third ring. “Good evening. How do you feel?”
“A little restless,” I admit. “I was hoping you could tell me where baby vampires go to have fun in Castle Cove.”
Dr. Grange laughs. “You are free to go wherever you please in Castle Cove. Any public place will welcome you, without discrimination. I promise. But if yo
