TAKING CARE OF DAD turned out easier than expected—mostly because I informed him only of the conversation that occurred between myself and the vampire. For almost ten minutes, he tossed his musings back and forth between me, Kyle and Connor on loudspeaker: What did the vampire look like; did I believe he had nothing to do with the kidnappings; maybe he knew more than he’d shared; maybe he knew everything? His tone sounded impressed, like I’d spent an afternoon honing my excellent sleuthing skills, instead of performing unfortunate acrobatics against my will.
“We could always come back tonight,” I suggested. “Try and flush them out to get some more answers.”
“No,” Dad said. “That’s a bad idea.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because, although vampires venture out in the day, the light weakens them. C
