4
The Gladys Equation
Gladys had just about convinced me that her vampy lunch buddy, Bitsy, was dead—which would have been convenient for Bitsy.
First the illegal transformation she’d been pursuing and now she was wrapped up in a murder investigation. If the Society decided to bring Bitsy in for either, then being dead was a great alibi and an even better escape plan.
I stretched the tense muscles in my neck. “Vampires get headaches. You know that, right?”
After a pause, Alex said, “Is that your way of telling me I’m giving you one?”
“Bingo, buddy.” I started to pace alongside the back fence. “I might have some information for you. We need to meet.”
“Yeah, I was afraid that Anton hadn’t gotten the whole story. He doesn’t have much patience for Gladys’s type.”
“Creatively logical?“
