Blood and Thunder (Blood Vice Book 2) by Roquet Angela

Author:Roquet, Angela [Roquet, Angela]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2017-08-22T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

There were a lot of things that Roman and Vanessa hadn’t shared with me about the serial killer investigation. I mean, I get that I was the new kid on the block. I was also really desperate to make a good impression, even if it meant doing something as stupid as going undercover without all the facts.

I tried to recall the few things I did actually know as I came down from my blood buzz. Fact number one: eight of the missing vampires still unaccounted for had last been seen alive—well, however alive a vampire could be—at Bleeders, though it wasn’t enough for a warrant, even by House Lilith standards. Fact number two: the club owner was not fond of Blood Vice, and he’d refused to give them access to the club’s security footage. So they’d hacked his system the night before. Fact number three: the doorman was a former Blood Vice agent, so he knew exactly whom to turn away at the door. That’s why I’d gone in.

I wanted to know more, but there wasn’t enough time. Roman had calmed the worst of my nerves with the earpiece. I’d abandoned the rest of my doubts after Vanessa handed me a .380 loaded with the same pretty brand of ammo Roman had used at the barn raid. Silver Wolfsbane.

The brand was exclusive to Blood Vice, or so Roman had explained earlier in the evening while Vanessa gussied me up. The bullets were made with wolfsbane extract and silver. The former was toxic to werewolves, and the latter was toxic to werewolves and vampires. The specialty ammunition would do more lasting damage against supernatural suspects than the kind of ammo I was used to working with.

Vanessa’s outfit selection for me came with a strapless bra equipped with a front-access holster. I slipped my hand up the front of my shirt and wrapped my fingers around the stock of the .380 as I neared the back lobby of the club, leaving the light show behind.

The wall behind the bar reached all the way up to the ceiling, unlike the feeding booths, extinguishing the music and lights. The walls, floor, and ceiling were black, creating a foreboding darkness. My eyes slowly adjusted, and I picked out a few doors labeled as restrooms or storage. I worked my way from one end of the hallway to the other, only bumping into a herd of Elvira lookalikes exiting the ladies’ room.

“The back lobby connects to the neighboring warehouses,” Roman said in my ear. “The doors are usually locked, but a patron or two has picked their way into the furniture place on the south end for a bit more privacy. Try that side first.”

I headed farther down the hall, my frustration building as the warm fuzzies from my encounter with Lydia slowly wore off. There was no southern door as far as I could tell.

“It’s hidden behind the curtain,” Roman prompted me.

The fabric hung in a smooth sheet against the wall, and I’d almost missed it in the darkness.

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