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find any evidence of a vigilante taking out vampires before she got to them.
    So far, she hadn’t found a thing out of the ordinary. There were no young or old vamps anywhere, just humans trying to get out of the cold night.
    Stepping out of the exhaust-fumed street, she turned into a back alley, and then later another, and another, until she felt like she was stuck inside an endless maze of alleys. She continued to search for several hours, but she still didn’t spot any sign of trouble. She hadn’t even run into a new, feral vamp that might be putting his or her existence in jeopardy by killing in public. Yet, she couldn’t help thinking that this is how things usually went. If you were out actively looking for something, you never found it. It was when you least expected it that they pretty much hit you on the head. She knew that from experience, maybe a little better than most.
    Then again, the one thing most new vamps had in common was being brazen. They seemed to enjoy showcasing what they’d become and took stupid chances—like following a person onto a loading dock while there were other staff and customers nearby. Of course, he couldn’t have known she was there, and even if he had, he probably would have done the same thing. Most vampires didn’t consider anyone, even a vampire slayer, a threat. That attitude wound up being their final, fatal error.
    A white cat crossed in front of her. It stopped long enough to look her in the eye with its freaky, shiny eyes before scampering away and squeezing past a broken fence.
    She released a breath and decided that the best way to tackle this errand was to get back out onto the main streets. The only creatures she was going to find in alleys tonight were stray cats and the rats they were chasing.
    As exasperating as this could be, most of her hunting for vamps was done this way. She walked around, hoping to run into trouble. Having the Allure allowed her to sense and smell a vamp before they appeared in front of her, but if there were none around, then she didn’t have anything to do.
    Like what’s happening right now.
    Trina paused in front of St. Peter’s Church and stared at the façade of gray stone and spires. She knew both Father Constantine and Tomas were inside. If she waltzed down the path and knocked on the side door, they would let her in to chat about what she’d been up to and to inform her of any developments they felt she should know about. They’d also offer her something warm to drink.
    But she wasn’t in the mood for strategic or casual conversation right now. Instead, she glanced at the three stone gargoyles adorning the top, shoved her hands in her jacket pockets and moved away.
    Just as she turned her back on the church she could’ve sworn she heard a swooshing sound, like a giant bird ruffling its feathers. She also couldn’t shake the sense of being watched, which sent a prickling sensation down her back and made her shiver. But when she peered over her shoulder, she found she was alone on the street. All the stores across the road were closed, there wasn’t a car in sight, and the gargoyles were still statues sitting on the roof like silent watchers.
    Trina turned on her heel and headed back the way she’d come. When she’d cleared most of the street and came to an intersection, she rushed up the side alley only so she could reach Riverbank’s main street that ran perpendicular to this one, quicker.
    It was definitely busier here. Cars zoomed by with their headlights bright on one side of the road, and the constant red of their brake lights flashing on and off on the other. There were a total of four traffic lights just on this stretch of street alone, and even at this time of night the traffic was constant.
    Riverbank wasn’t known for its nightlife, especially during the colder months. Every store was closed by six, unlike Newtown . That place was even busier at night than during the day.
    She wrapped her arms around her chest,