on?”
“Uh-huh.”
Maurice shook
his head. “Something doesn’t feel right. That’s all.”
Nadine rose
from her seat and stood beside him.
She surveyed
their surroundings.
“I don’t
know,” Nadine said. “Things feel fine to me.”
A figure then
appeared on top the stairs.
Maurice
nudged Nadine and they both looked up as a young woman with white hair
descended the stairwell.
“I thought
Madame Nightshade was dead,” Maurice muttered.
“That’s her
twin sister, Annabel,” Nadine replied.
“Oh.”
Annabel
stepped off the last step and made her way towards them.
“Greetings,”
Annabel said pleasantly. “Julian will be so pleased to hear you made it.
Although, I’m sure he was expecting more of you.”
“Maurice and
I are all that’s needed to solve this case.”
“I see. Will
you please follow me then?”
Annabel turned
and made her way back up the stairs.
Nadine and
Maurice followed her.
They were led
into the Count’s study.
“He’s not
here,” Nadine remarked as they stepped inside the room.
“I’m afraid
not,” Annabel replied. “He’s been called away on other matters. But he said
you’re permitted access to our database, via the laptop on the desk. You’ll
also find a key card there in case you need to explore the agency.”
“Do you know
when he’ll be back?” Maurice asked.
“Soon, I
hope. He said he has other important matters to table between us. But I
shouldn’t speak for him. Just do your best with what you can. I’ll … leave the
door open for you…”
Annabel
flashed a fake smile and departed.
Nadine walked
round the side of the table.
“Maurice,
come over here, please.”
He walked
over.
“Do your
‘computer’ thing then…”
Maurice
groaned. He pulled up the Count’s chair and sat in front of the laptop. He
pulled back the screen and pushed the On button.
“Any idea
where we should start?” Maurice asked.
Nadine
nodded, dragging a chair across the carpet to sit beside him.
“You remember
the names of our victims, don’t you?”
“I have that
information on me, yes.”
“So. Let’s
see if we can find out whether any of them dated the same vampire.”
Maurice
agreed. “Okay.”
He paused
briefly, checking his phone to see Riley had tried to contact him again.
She hadn’t.
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
Haley was drifting. In and out of
thoughts. Images appearing in her head, and then going away again. Her hands,
they slipped just a little. Inch by inch. Millimeter by millimeter. Her eyes
began to close…
“Haley, wake
up!” Brock shouted.
Haley’s feet
bore down on the brake and the car skidded off the side of the road into the
dirt.
She and Brock
jumped forward in their seats.
“Jesus,” he
said. He sat up properly and leaned over her. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Haley
said. “I … I think I was drifting off.”
“I’ll say.”
“Why don’t
you take a step outside? Clear your head.”
Haley looked
around drowsily. “Okay.”
She pushed
open the car door and stepped out.
Brock was
quick to join her.
“I – I think
you should drive,” she muttered.
Brock nodded.
“Never mind about that. You – you’re exhausted.”
“I know,”
Haley whispered.
“You’ve been
through fucking hell.”
“I know that
too! Please stop fighting me on this.”
Brock sighed.
He leaned against the car with her.
“I feel
guilty in a way,” Brock said. “Somehow my trying to protect you is totally
selfish.”
“I didn’t say
that.”
“It’s just
what I feel,” Brock said. “I can see it now. See how it would be if it were me.
I mean, my family – I guess I’m nothing to them now. But even if someone did
hurt them, I don’t know what I’d do. Even after all this time … it would rip me
to pieces…”
“That’s what
it feels like.”
“I think
there’s very few moments a person’s life is defined by what they’re presently
doing. Everything is so small in retrospect. You think about