fourteen
Jadwiga dropped a pair of shovels onto the grave and glanced at the vampiress, who watched her back curiously. Both turned their heads at the sound of a car starting at the end of the lane, but neither took her eyes off the other.
“She doesn’t seem to see very well in the dark,” Rhona Leland commented blandly. “You can see, can’t you?”
“Yes.”
“I thought so. Do you really mean to dig up a grave?”
Jadwiga nodded. She took a moment to twist together the English words she wanted. “Her friend may still be there. Damaged, maybe, enough that you don’t know. Or the dead woman is not so dead.” She gave Rhona a sly look and picked up a shovel to offer. “Would it not look good to aid your Unlikely Friend?”
Rhona smiled. “I’ll be pleased to help,” she said.
The car appeared at the gate
