El Luchadore
Irena's POV
I had officers Garcia and Iglesias drive me there and on the way I phoned Pablo.
"I may have found the fucker that hit us, get a few vampires and rendezvous with me," I instructed.
"Wow, boss, you don't f**k around." There it is that Pablo pattern of speech I've grown to appreciate so much.
"Now Pablo!" I demanded.
"Yes boss, we're on our way." He responded before hanging up the phone.
It wasn't a long drive because I had instructed the officers to turn on their sirens informing other cars in traffic that this was an emergency so they'd move out of our way and we'd arrive quicker but seated in the back seat alone with nothing to do but create scenarios in my head of the numerous and imaginative ways I'd get the arsonist to spill all his secre
