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busy
playin' watchdog, we'd lose sight of our goal."
    "Isabella knew which women were infected
before we did," Harrison reminded him. "She may not be aware of
what was happening to them, but she sensed they weren't well.
Besides, Isabella isn't just any human. She's the daughter of
Giovanni and Louisa Lucci. Her father was a sensitive and if you
recall, Louisa was a Necromancer."
    This last caught Garran's attention.
Necromancers could control the dead and technically, he was dead in the human sense of the word. True, Louisa Lucci had helped
on more than a few cases, but he kept his distance, letting
Harrison handle that part of the investigation. "I don't trust
Necromancers."
    "You don't trust Necromancers, humans, the
demons...your list is getting longer every day."
    Garran grumbled with protest. No matter where
they settled, Harrison wanted to form a team. He had some serious longing for a pack issues. Garran did not. "I just don't see
the need to add a human to our team."
    "Team? You and I do not constitute a team. If
we could just find one victim before she's in the hospital or dead,
we might be able to track the preternatural being to his
lair and we wouldn't have to rely on Sanya."
    He knew Harrison had a point, but it didn't
mean he had to like it. "I never heard of a human bein' able to see
a soul," he continued to argue.
    "I'm not saying that's what she sees, but she
obviously notices something we can't. Mandy Davidson is proof.
Mandy had dinner at the restaurant and I witnessed Isabella fuss
over her, trying to convince her to see a doctor. The woman didn't
because we both know the Soul Taker had already influenced
her. The woman's dead now. If we inform Isabella what we're up
against, she could spot the Soul Taker's next victim."
    "We're calling him the Soul Taker now?" Garran lifted an eyebrow.
    "All serial killers have a name, be them
preternatural or not."
    "Hmm." He took out Otherworldly beings that
refused to follow the rules and left bodies piled up. He supposed
the preternatural beings could be labeled serial killers. Alexander
fit the description well enough. He witnessed the fiend's handiwork
back in Scotland centuries ago. He had thought Alexander dead. He
himself had staked him and lit the torch to burn the stable.
Nothing should have survived, but Alexander was a wily sort.
    He should have cut Alexander's head off to
make sure he was gone from this earth, but he had been newly made
and still thought like a human. It never occurred to him a Grim
Sith could rise from the ashes like a bloody phoenix.
    "What's wrong?" Harrison asked as the silence
lengthened.
    "It's nothin'."
    Harrison shook his head. It was obvious the
werewolf didn't believe him, but for friendship sake, Garran knew
he would let it slide.
    Garran met Harrison centuries ago. Harrison
had helped him stop a madman from making his sixth ritual kill that
would have released a demon far more sinister than the killer was
himself. Jack the Ripper was what the locals dubbed the
butcher. Harrison and he cornered and killed the bastard, making
sure there was nothing left to resurrect, but it was still too late
for victim number five. Ginger was the name she used, but to
Garran, she would always be Mary Jane Kelly, the Irish lass with
the smiling blue eyes who gave him precious leads to unearth the
fiend. She paid for it with her life.
    "Why don't you join me tonight at the
restaurant where Isabella works."
    "Just what I want to do. Sit and watch ye
eat. No, thank ye. And don't go involvin' the girl, Harrison,"
Garran warned. "It would be a mistake."
    Harrison pursed his lips then let out a long
tired sigh. "Wouldn't it be a real corker if your soul mate ended
up being a human? Truly, I pray it is so. It would serve you
right."
    He wished he never told Harrison about the
legend of soul mates and what they meant to a vampire, but they had
been friends for centuries; it had been only a matter of time
before hopes and dreams were revealed. "It would