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“On it, boss,” the redhead replied.
He went and sat the table, presumably doing what he’d done before. Face followed him and oddly recorded the interaction on his tablet.
We watched as Viper approached the cage and crouched down to get at eye level with the vamp. “What’s your name?”
“Elliott,” he replied.
“Hey!” I said, chuckling. “How many times did we ask him?” I looked up at Shep.
“Viper’s got the magic touch, I guess,” he replied, kissing me on the head.
Viper turned and looked at us. “No, I don’t. Elliott just knows what’s good for him.”
Damn sensitive vampire hearing.
“Well, Elliott, if I let you out of this cage, you gonna come willingly and calmly with us to the Nighthawks’ clubhouse?” he asked.
He nodded vehemently. “Honestly, sir. I would like nothing more than to join the Nighthawks.”
“We’ll see about that. When were you turned?” Viper asked.
“Like, a year ago. I heard about y’all but Deon wouldn’t let me go after he turned me. I was… stuck.”
Well, shit. That sounded shitty. Fucking Deon. We had to get him.
Viper yanked the lock, twisted it, and threw it to the side.
“I had a key for that,” Shep groaned.
Viper turned and grinned at us. “Sorry.”
Phoenix seemed to be done with what he was doing, and he and Face joined Viper and Elliott, who were heading out before daylight arrived.
“Thanks for the heads up. I got it from here.”
“Oh,” Shep said, pulling something from his pocket. “The wallets from the dead vamps.” He handed them to Viper.
Viper held them up in thanks with a chin lift.
Wizard approached Face and they had a conversation I couldn’t hear. I probably wouldn’t be able to track it anyway. Techie stuff was not in my wheelhouse.
The vamps left the bar and Menace and Chaos walked in.
“What happened?” Shep asked.
Menace shrugged. “The fucker wouldn’t talk so I stabbed him in the brain in the back of his creepy fucking van and then watched him turn to ash.”
I shuddered.
Shep bit back a smile. “Well, that was dramatic.”
“Then we torched the van and left it in a parking lot. Here’s the plates.” He handed my boyfriend two charred plates.
I furrowed my brow. “How did you get back here?”
“Uber,” Chaos said with a shrug.
“I would have come and got you,” I said, punching him in his massive bicep. Poor Uber driver. Menace was scary enough without the arc of blood that still stained his face.
