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Charlie stood and went with him.
I looked at Strife. “You take Metal and get with Wizard on what street you’ll be patrolling tonight.”
He and Metal stood and went to Wizard.
“The rest of you, be on standby. Meeting adjourned.” I pounded the gavel.
“C’mon, let’s head over to that street, see what we can find,” I told Trigger.
“Sure, boss.”
I downed the rest of my coffee and left the bar.
“Bikes or car?” Trigger asked as we walked out.
“Bikes. Cagers are too hard to park in the Quarter,” I replied. “First we check out the van’s last known.”
“Sweet. Let’s ride,” he said with mischief in his eyes.
I was so glad to have him back. I didn’t like to think what would have happened if he hadn’t made it.
Trigger, Chaos, and I rode out of LaPlace and across the spillway bridge into the town of Metairie where the van had been last night, near the mall. We went to the intersection where the van had turned and drove slowly down the street, looking for any kind of signs. We weren’t even sure what we were looking for. We knew we wouldn’t spot the van on the streets—that was impossible unless they had a human driving it for them.
The street led deeper into a residential neighborhood and we spent about an hour driving around. A lot of the homes were older with no garages which helped us, knowing they couldn’t hide the van in one.
The three of us stopped at the end of the street, lined up on our bikes. “No garages means no vampires. They rely on them to get in their vehicles in case of a daytime emergency,” Trigger said.
“Absolutely true,” Chaos agreed, raking his long hair back from his face. “They got that windowless van. It’s perfect for vamps.”
“Okay. Let’s head to the Quarter.”
They followed me the short drive to the witch’s shop. We parked our bikes on Chartres Street and walked boldly into Agatha’s Psychic Room. Most witches moonlighted as palm readers and psychics, but mostly it was a cover for a shop that catered to the paranormal, selling things only witches and sometimes other supes knew how to use.
“I’ll be right out,” a feminine voice called from the back somewhere.
We said nothing. I had to keep from holding my breath closed at the strong stench of incense and whatever else was stinking up the place. A young woman dressed like an old hippie came out through a beaded curtain and her smile fell when she saw us.
“Wolves…” She turned her head and regarded Cutter. “And a warlock. What do you want?”
“Agatha?” I asked.
She nodded. “Yeah.”
“Ma’am, do you remember a witch named Nera who was here recently?” I asked.
“Of course. She called me yesterday asking if sleeping powder worked on vampires. Why?”
“She’s missing. Kidnapped by vamps. We need you to do a locator spell. If you’d be so kind.” I threw her a charming smile I knew wouldn’t work, but I had to try anyway.
She pursed her lips and lifted a heavily jeweled finger to her lips. “They kidnapped her? I’m sad to hear she wasn’t successful. I will help you, but you better be fast. Witch blood somehow tastes better than human blood to vamps.”
I furrowed my brow. “Where did you hear that?”
She shook her head. “It’s a well-known fact. You should know it, too.”
Trigger made a face. “What about wolf blood?”
“Disgusting to them. You’re safe.” She smirked.
