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any of them on the same ticket as a martini with blue at the bottom, red on top, a maraschino cherry floating in it?” I asked, remembering Alexa’s drink.
    Darwin looked back at his screen.  “That would be our special Blue Blood Baby.  And, yeah.  There is one credit card charge with both.”
    The three of us leaned forward.
    “Name?” I asked.
    “Sebastian Black.”
    I felt my nose scrunch up.  “Sebastian?”  Unfortunately that didn’t seem to fit our mysterious friend.  
    “Maybe Daddy’s footing the bill?” Dana suggested.
    “Or a sugar daddy?” Marco supplied.
    I nodded.  It was possible.  Both girls had been young, pretty, possibly pampered.  “You have an address to go with that name, by any chance?” I asked Darwin.
    He nodded.  “Give me a minute and I can get it,” he said, pressing buttons on the computer screen.  Finally he grabbed a pen and jotted it down on a piece of receipt paper before handing it across the bar to Dana.
    I looked over her shoulder.  “Gardenia Way?  Where’s that?” I asked.
    “Let’s go find out,” Dana answered.
    We thanked the bartender, and five minutes later we were in the Mustang again, firing up Dana’s GPS.  Gardenia Way, as it turned out, was located in the Hollywood Hills, just off Laurel Canyon.  And, twenty minutes and one pee stop at a Coffee Bean later, we were snaking our way up into the hills.  On a winding road.  A very winding road.
    I couldn’t help a small moan escaping me.
    “You okay?” Marco asked, looking at me in the rearview mirror.
    “I think I’m gonna be sick,” I said.
    “Lean out the window.
    “Right. Fresh air is good.”
    Dana frowned at me in the mirror.  “It is.  And if the fresh air doesn’t do it, can you kinda lean forward to do your business?”
    “Your sympathy for my condition is overwhelming.”
    “Sorry.  But I just got this thing detailed.”
    As crappy as I felt, I leaned, feeling like a dog out for a joy ride as I stuck my head into the wind. 
    I’m happy to say that by the time we reached Gardenia, I had managed to keep breakfast down.  Though my hair was a windblown mess.  I sighed in relief, doing a quick pat-down on my bangs as we pulled up to the address on the receipt. 
    “Whoa,” Dana said, turning into a long driveway paved in sleek grey pavers.  “This place is massive.”
    She was right.  As the trees parted ahead of us, a wide, brick structure appeared.  Wood beams crisscrossed over the façade, and two massive turrets rose up on either end of the building before it gave way to both east and west wings flanking the property.  An oversized mahogany door with ornate carvings stood in the center, a stone carving of a raven hovering over it just below the eaves.  It was a cross between California Spanish style architecture and a gothic fairy tale. 
    Dana pulled to a stop just to the right of the building.  “Clearly our Daddy slash Sugar Daddy has money,” she said as we got out and clomped up the stone walkway.
    I agreed, wondering which stick figure it was that had belonged to this place – the dead girl or the friend.
    I knocked on the wooden door, hearing the sound echo through the interior.  We waited a couple of beats before the sound of footsteps on the other side indicated we’d been heard.
    The door swung open and we were greeted by a guy that was tall, well over six feet, dressed in a pair of black slacks with crisp pleats and a white dress shirt.  Though the shirt was un-tucked, the top two buttons open, and his feet were bare as if we’d either caught him getting dressed or in the middle of unwinding from a long night.  
    But my gaze was quickly torn from his clothing choice.  Because as he opened his mouth to ask, “May I help you?” two smooth, sharp fangs shone brightly below his upper lip. 

 
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
    I blinked, hardly hearing what he was saying, my eyes fixated on the fangs staring back at me.  I repeat… fangs.