Robert Montgomery POV:
Ricky’s eyes sharpened. “What did you say?”
“Rotten blood?” Charlotte tilted her head at me in surprise. “Is that really what it smelled like?”
However, my focus is on Ricky, and the troubled expression on his face doesn’t escape me.
“How’re you feeling right now?” Ricky asks her.
“Fresh. "Better than I have in ages,” Charlotte replies warily.
“Good. There’s a spare set of clothes in the back room. Go change into them and leave what you have on there. I want to take a sample of the blood.”
As she nods and walks away, I say, “I’m already getting a sample collected and delivered to you, but with all the hocus-pocus you’ve got around this place, I don’t know if my guy is going to be able to find it.”
Charlotte is already gone when I say the last part, and the wa
