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a-wasting and I needed to leave to look for Julie’s mother. “My schedule is a bit cluttered this morning. I would appreciate it if we could get down to business.”
“Our patrol sighted an unusual undead last night,” Ghastek said. “Prehensile hair, claws, very interesting power signature.”
Claws, huh. I replayed the fight in my mind. The claws only came out when the reeve was closing in for a kill. Two reeves had attacked my apartment within minutes of each other, but the third didn’t show up until much later. It was delayed. I took a stab in the dark. “So how quickly did this weird undead dispose of your patrol?”
If Ghastek was surprised, he didn’t show it. “Under ten seconds.”
“That’s a bit sad, don’t you think?”
“It was a young vampire. We just got him.”
Excuses, excuses. “I fail to see how it concerns me.”
“We traced the power signature to your apartment. Which is in a state of advanced disrepair, from what could be seen through the window. Although it does appear to have a new door. I take it the old one was destroyed?”
“In a very dramatic way.”
The vampire paused. Here we go.
“The People would like to obtain this specimen.”
Knock yourself out. Ghastek was arguably the best Master of the Dead in the city. He had the best journeymen and the best vampires. The look on Ghastek’s face, once he wasted several of those prized bloodsuckers trying to capture a reeve only to have it turn into sludge, would be priceless.
“Your smile has a disturbing edge to it,” Ghastek observed.
I kept smiling. “I can’t help it.”
“Since the incident took place in your apartment, the People would like to request your assistance in this matter. What do you know, Kate?”
“I know very little,” I warned.
“Share it with me anyway.”
The People really wanted a reeve. Perhaps piloting good old vampires just didn’t do it for them anymore. “What’s in it for me?”
“Monetary compensation.”
The day I took People’s money would be the day I gave up on being a human. “Not interested. Any other offers?”