Chapter Twenty-Three
ISAAC
Isaac Reed, tall, broad and lean, approached the concrete park. He had drank earlier, filling his body with blood, feeling the strength it granted him, the agility it afforded him, rushing through his veins, his limbs. He felt confident. It was the most blood he had consumed in a very long time.
He had his hair pulled back by clips Lillian had given him, held tightly away from his eyes. If he was going to meet the child-feeder, he had to be ready.
The park was a square of clear area which the Riverwalk passed through, with a few wooden benches, wearing plaques with names of donors, looking out toward the river, behind which were marble chess tables and stone stools arranged seemingly at random.
Nobody was in sight.
Never once looking up to the position on t
