Chapter 11October 13, 2014
Bramson Bay, Oregon
Stefan’s plans to slip away from the inquisitors evaporated when four more inquisitors walked into the restaurant. Craig gave him a nudge, pointing them out at the entrance talking to Cindy, and picked up the camera.
Nathan Lockwood, the alguacil, was instantly recognizable with his movie-star good looks and striking gray eyes. Stefan could see that Cindy was a puddle of adoration within the first few words exchanged. She wouldn’t even be seeing the others.
Fortunately, Stefan wasn’t a young woman. The two men were Burton and Crowley that they’d met earlier. The ones that had suffered during the training exercise.
But the woman with them was something else. Young, mid-twenties. Raven-black hair pulled back neatly and hanging down her back
