“She found you, then?” Jennifer asked, and I didn’t have to ask to know she was talking about the cat lady. Celia.
“Are you involved with this?” I asked. Direct was usually the best way to go. When you embroidered a picture around facts, danced around the truth, the chances were that the person you were talking to would do the same. A straight forward question was difficult to avoid without making it obvious.
“I’m not,” she said. “I don’t condone things like that.”
“But you don’t condone vampirism either,” I said. This was a guess, but it was an accurate one. Her face turned to stone and when she looked at me a lot of the color in her eyes had drained. “Why did you come to me?”
“I hoped that if you found Connor before they did—“
“You knew what it would mean for me to get into this,
