Страница 145 из 183
“Trust me, Zerbrowski, if I hallucinated, it wouldn’t be about you.”
“That is a low blow, Blake, I wasn’t even picking on you.” His cell phone rang. He flipped it open, still smiling about my low blow.
“Zerbrow-” He never even got to finish his name, before his smile vanished. “Say again, Arnet, slower. Shit. We’re on our way. Holy items out. They’ll glow if the vamp is close.” He started to run, as he flipped the phone closed. I ran with him.
“What happened?” I asked.
We clattered onto the stairs before he answered. “Woman dead at the scene. Vamp missing. Apartment appears empty.”
“Appears?” I said.
“Vampires are tricky bastards,” he said.
I would have argued, if I could have. But since I couldn’t, I saved my breath for ru