“Father!” Celestine called out as she rushed through the house. She found him in the garage. Unsurprisingly, he was sniffing the inside of the car. “Who uses this car when I’m not in town?” he barked.
“No one. We don’t like to flaunt expensive cars in a small town,” she replied.
“Then who did you let into the house?”
“Again, no one. Why would we let anyone into the house? Besides, I’m the one who should be asking the questions. First, you return without any warning, only to tell us that the vampire council is on its way here. You don’t tell us why. You just dump it on us and order us to get the house ready. And then, just when things can’t get any weirder, a PI shows up at the door asking questions about missing girls. What have you done? Is that why the council is coming? Have you expo
