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the curtains tight, and slipped out of the room and out of
the hospital and headed for my minivan.
    I checked my watch as I stepped in. Two hours
before sunlight.
    As I started my vehicle, I made a call to the
only other vampire in the world that I knew.
     
     
     

Chapter Nine
     
     
    I was at Detective Hanner’s home in
Fullerton.
    The home was located in the hills above the
city, and as we sat together on her second-story deck, she pointed
out the rooftop of another home, barely distinguishable among a
copse of thick trees. According to Hanner, the old man there was a
Kabbalistic grandmaster, and was considered by many to be immortal
himself.
    “Then again,” said Detective Hanner, crossing
her bare legs and flashing me a grin, “neighbors do tend to
talk.”
    “What, exactly, is a Kabbalistic
grandmaster?”
    “One who has mastered the nuances of the
Kabbalah, the esoteric Jewish doctrine that facilitates a deeper
connection with the great unknown, helps one gain a profound
understanding of other realities and illuminates the meaning of
life.” Hanner turned her face toward me and I was struck again by
the wildness of her eyes. They belonged to something untamed and
free and hungry, a puma hunting at night, a tiger hunting in the
jungles, a lion tracking its prey across the Serengeti. She grinned
fiercely and added, “Or something like that.”
    Hanner, who had known about my plans to help
my son, did not know about the medallion. Wrong or not, I trusted
my new friend, and so I told her about it, and about what I needed:
answers to unlocking its secret.
    “Where did you get the medallion, Sam?”
    “From the vampire who attacked me.”
    “Amazing. Others have been looking for it for
a very long time. Others like us.”
    “There are that many who seek to end their
lives?” I asked, confused.
    She shrugged. “Or there are others who seek
to end the lives of other immortals.”
    “I don’t understand,” I said.
    “There are some immortals who are so old, so
powerful, that they cannot be killed by any means, Sam.”
    “And the medallion could kill them?”
    “Perhaps. That’s the theory at least.”
    I shook my head, amazed all over again. “I
just want my son returned to me.”
    Pain flashed briefly over her face, and
although her thoughts were impenetrable to me and her aura was
non-existent, I was still a mother and an investigator and I could
read her like a book. She was thinking of the loss of her own son
who had died years ago.
    Tears filled her eyes and, perhaps
embarrassed, she changed the subject. “You must be famished,” she
said, standing.
    I was. I hadn’t eaten tonight and it was
hitting me hard. Not to mention I had given copious amounts of my
own blood to my son.
    Hanner disappeared into her impressive home,
and while I waited the electrified particles of light in the sky
seemed agitated and frenzied, but that could have been my
imagination. Or a reflection of my own inner struggles. I was
having a hard time holding onto a thought for long, before it
slipped away into the ether, to be quickly replaced by an equally
chaotic thought.
    She mercifully appeared a few minutes later,
holding two full wine goblets that were filled with anything but
wine. She handed one to me, which I eagerly accepted.
    The glass was warm. “Fresh blood,” I
said.
    “Of course.”
    “But where?”
    “I have an arrangement with a mortal, Sam. A
few mortals, in fact. Most of us do. It makes our lives
easier.”
    I nodded but was soon drinking hungrily.
Hell, I nearly bit through the glass. As I drank I was aware of
Hanner watching me from over her own glass, her eyes as wild as I
had ever seen them. I could only imagine what my own looked
like.
    Like an animal. A hungry animal.
    I didn’t savor the blood. In fact, I barely
tasted it, so quickly did it pass over my lips and down my throat
and into my stomach, where it interacted on some supernatural level
with my own supernatural body.
    When you don’t