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still couldn’t make out her words. She really had a wonderful range of tone. This time it was light. Like a wind crossing through the drapes. He decided to invent her responses.
    But you’re my mate, Leonard.
    She said Leonard in a really cute, foreign way, too. She had trouble with the "r." Stan thought it was cute. Len was immune or something. All he acted was angry.
    “I’d have to quit, damn it.”
    We could work together. Be vampire assassins.
    “Shit. Of course I know. I have three exes,” Len told her.
    Stan’s brows rose at that information. His expression was reflected in the dark gray tone of his blank monitor. It matched the tone of Tassanee’s reply. Even if he couldn’t make out her words, he had zero doubt about their content.
    What do you mean... three?
    “And I like to keep my stuff, okay?”
    Oh. Bad move, man . Never. Ever. Under any circumstances, give any woman ammo like that. Wow. Accusing her of not only being a next ex, but taking his possessions, too? Stan didn’t have to be a relationship expert to know where this was going. He crawled beneath the desk and reached up to pull the laptop down with him. And then he started whistling.
    “Stanislaw? You there?”
    Stan rolled his finger on the mouse pad. The image was a split screen. Nigel’s purplish toned visage came into view on the left side. The right side contained a desk, backed by a lot of books, a stone wall, and a dark spot shadowed by a slant of some kind. Maybe a staircase. Looked rich. Old world rich.
    “Yeah,” he answered.
    “We did a bit of checking while we reconnected, Stan. It seems that absolutely nothing out of the ordinary has happened at Angkor Wat, Cambodia,” Akron informed him.
    “I know. I told you that.”
    “It also appears that one of our private jets has been seized and is being dismantled by the authorities while they look for drugs. We don’t traffic in drugs.”
    “They’re not going to find any, either.”
    “So why do they have the jet?”
    “The Hunters are smart, Sir. They must have noticed our arrival or something. Apparently somebody called in an anonymous drug tip while we were handling the pickup. And when we got to the hangar, they were waiting. The plane had already been seized and moved. And there was a lot of legal heat on site. Guns. Uniforms.”
    “You got arrested?”
    “Oh, sweet! And so you need us to get you out of jail? This is so cool!”
    “Nigel. Focus here. They’re not in jail.”
    “How do we know that, Sir?”
    “Because Stan’s signal is coming from somewhere in southern Laos. And that is even more mysterious. How did you get to Laos?”
    “That’s as far as Tassanee could fly. Before dawn, anyway.”
    “Why didn’t you just go to Thailand? We have contacts there.”
    “Len, Sir. He said Hunters knew we’d been at Angkor Wat, they knew how we’d arrived. He didn’t know how far up the chain their knowledge went. They might be waiting for us in Thailand. So, when things get this messed up, you do the unexpected.”
    “Well. That was unexpected, all right.”
    “I don’t think he was caring where we got to, Sir, as long as it was off the grid.”
    “Well, that does explain why you’re in a two-room vacant shack just outside the Phu Chong Na Poi National Park. Everything else go okay?”
    A thump hit the dresser beside him, startling Stan, and sending an echo through the area. He also hunched his shoulders. He thought they were out of objects to throw.
    “What is going on over there?” Akron asked.
    “That’s why I called. Tassanee... uh. She...uh...well.”
    “Oh. Speak no more, Coleslaw. We got it.”
    “You’re reading it wrong, Nigel.”
    “Oh. I don’t think so, Sir. I’m just wondering why I’m surprised. Duh. It was right in front of me. It’s obvious. Roger Stanislaw there, starts with us a couple of months ago, and already he has not only found his eternal mate, but he gets the most rocking hot vampire chick this side of the Atlantic,