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“There was some weird shit happening around the time he died. He’d gone off to talk to Lady Cat about this whole business… that was the last time I saw him.”
I sat up straight. “Lady Cat?”
Lady Catherine was the owner of a popular night club nearby. She was connected to all kinds of beings in our world and her club was a popular meeting place. “Your father said she was a friend,” Costello shrugged. “I never trusted her, but he said she was a good source.”
“Why did you never tell me he’d gone to see her?” I asked and Costello said he didn’t think it was important. I knew I had to go see her, though. If she had information on my father’s death, I had to know. I had no intention of looking into the vampire king’s council connection. I wanted to stay as far away from him as possible.
“You need to be careful,” Costello called after me.
“Lady C’s is a hangout for vampires and all sorts.”
I laughed. “I know!”
He shook his head and said he didn’t like it.
Lady C’s was in the middle of nowhere, between small towns where nothing ever happened. The club, though, frequently saw scenes of violence and as there were never any witnesses or camera footage, what happened there usually stayed there. It was not the kind of place where someone like me went unarmed.
Especially at night.
I tied away my hair, put a baseball cap and a big jacket on to camouflage my appearance somewhat and drove to the club, waiting outside until it was late enough to go in and look for the owner.
I saw her right away, a striking older woman with bright red hair. She was the familiar of a vampire who was sometimes seen at the club, one of those whom my dad said wasn’t as bad as the others. This did not mean that he thought of him as good, though. He didn’t trust any vampire.
I walked up to her and touched her arm. “Lady Cat?”
“Yes?” Up close, I could see that she had aged over the past five years.
“I was wondering if I could have a word?”
She looked at me and I could tell she didn’t recognize me.
“I’m Izzy, Bo’s daughter.”
She blinked and I could see the news rattled her. “Come with me,” she said, pulling my arm and directing me to a room behind the bar. Once we were inside, she closed the door behind me.
“What are you doing here?” she hissed at me. It was a private room rather than an office, with velvet chairs and sofas and mirrored tables. The lighting was low and rather sleazy, I could imagine what went on here.
“I wanted to ask you about the last time my father came to see you.”
“It was so long ago…” she said.
I cut her off. “Did he talk to you about Chakrat?”
She looked over her shoulder, quickly. “Don’t say his name!” she whispered.
“Why not? Is he here?”
Vampires had extremely keen hearing.
“No,” her voice dropped. “But he has friends all over.”
“Was my father here before he was killed?”
She nodded reluctantly. “I liked your father. He was a good man. I told him to stay away from him.”
“Chakrat?”
She shook her head but didn’t want to say anything else. I twisted her arm behind her back, painfully. “Tell me!” I insisted.
