Blood Night: A Krewe of Hunters Novella by Heather Graham

Author:Heather Graham [Graham, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Heather Graham, Krewe of Hunters, 1001 Dark Nights, Paranormal, Halloween, romance
Publisher: Evil Eye Concepts, Incorporated
Published: 2019-10-21T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 7

“So, I know people in Highgate now, do I?” Andre asked, smiling.

“You seem to know everyone you meet right away,” Cheyenne said. “Seriously, Andre, if they’d had a security camera outside, they could have seen who did this.”

“We should have woken up. I should have woken up,” he said.

“Andre, you’re human, and so am I. When we slept, we slept hard last night.”

He didn’t argue that. He looked ahead. Cheyenne had just started walking—without a plan, without knowing where she was going. But he strolled right along with her.

She stopped. “Uh, where are we going?”

“We’re starting with a visit to Clark Brighton.”

She glanced at him. They were walking uphill toward the new, luxury apartments.

“We have an appointment with him, and you know he’s there?” she asked.

“We don’t have an appointment, but I know he’s there. I talked to Michael Adair about him when the good inspector came to see the writing on the steps. Mr. Brighton spends his mornings down at a coffee shop on the ground floor of his building. He likes to hold court there.”

“Do you think Inspector Adair’s partner, Birmingham, informed him that we’re with the American government? Feds?”

He smiled. “Yep, I think he did.”

“Then this guy won’t see us—”

“He will.” Andre glanced her way. “Adair thought it was funny as all hell. Birmingham wanted to warn his suspects away from talking to us. He told Brighton we were psyched-up ghost hunters. I guess he didn’t realize that would make the man want to see us all the more. I think he’ll be happy to talk to us.”

“If he’s happy to talk to us, he’s either innocent or truly a flake,” she said.

“We’ll find out. Hey, isn’t there a saying? ‘Out of the mouths of flakes?’”

“No, it’s ‘out of the mouths of babes,’ but you know that, of course.”

“I could have sworn it was out of the mouths of flakes!” he teased. “Come on. We have to meet all the persons of interest we know about and then try to see if we’ve been going in the right direction. I texted Angela, who told me to let them know if we needed anything. I’ve got her checking out the lives, social media, and habits of the other victims. Right now, the concentration is on Sheila. Probably because her landing on an ex-boyfriend’s steps seemed awfully convenient.”

“We have to get them cameras and a system today.”

“We will. There’s an electronics shop up here, too. We’re good. I must admit, I don’t know people there, but I’m sure I will.”

Cheyenne wasn’t sure just how luxurious the luxury apartments were, but they were new. Looking up, she saw they offered amazing rooftop patios with views of the lower area of town, the steep slope down Swain’s Lane, and Highgate Cemetery. The place seemed to be made up of a lot of angles, glass, and chrome. It was plain but almost squeaky clean, and the coffee shop on the ground floor was ultra-modern and encased mostly in glass, which allowed them to see Clark Brighton easily before they entered.

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