Chasing Ghosts (Judah Black Novels Book 3) by E.A. Copen

Author:E.A. Copen [Copen, E.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-02-01T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

I got Patsy’s number from Marcus, but I wanted to talk to her in person. If there was one thing I had learned from werewolves, it was that body language added another layer to a conversation. Interviewing her over the phone would put me at a disadvantage if she decided to withhold information. Not that she would. Patsy always seemed eager to talk. I did call to make sure she was home. The sun was still up, though, so of course she was home.

Real vampires are kind of a mixed bag. The myth that daylight turns them to dust got started in the Victorian Era, and then perpetuated by vampires themselves. That was the case with most vampire myths. For example, they can eat garlic just fine, and don’t have to stop and count rice if you spill it on the floor. They don’t turn into bats or fog, and they don’t burst into flames in the sun. They do suffer from varying degrees of sun sensitivity. Like Marcus had said, feeding regularly reduced the effects of the sun. Being a really old vampire also seemed to help. The younger ones were supposedly sunblind, but I’d never met a vampire child. No creature protects their young as fiercely as the vampire.

When I pulled into the cul-de-sac, Patsy was sitting outside under a shaded swing wearing a black turtleneck, black skirt, sunglasses, and a big, black sun hat. She smiled at me, showing her fangs, and patted the young lady next to her, a doe-eyed young woman with brown hair. The girl got up, folded her hands, and shuffled back toward one of the trailers. When she turned, I saw the fresh marks on her neck. Apparently, my call had interrupted Patsy’s afternoon snack.

“Agent Black! Oh, Agent Black,” she called to me once I got out of the car, drawing out her vowels the second time.

“Hey, Patsy,” I said, shutting my car door. I trudged over and stood in front of her. “Glad you could make time to talk to me.”

She smiled. “Oh, no trouble. No trouble at all. Sit. Would you like something to drink? I’m afraid all I have made up now is orange juice. Keeps the blood sugar up for you humans after a feeding, you know.”

I grimaced. “No, I’m good, and with everything going on, I need to be brief.”

“Of course, sweetie. How’s your boy? I heard about the shooting. Awful thing, that. And Chanter! My but if he wasn’t one of the best of us. The council lost its voice of reason today, I should think.”

“I’m not here about that,” I said sitting. “And with the questions I have, I need two things from you. First, I need your promise to be honest, since lives are at stake.”

She frowned at the word stake. That was the only vampire legend that was mostly true. Staking vampires didn’t kill them, but it did render them incapacitated until the stake was removed. Aware, awake, but unable to move. It was a poor choice of words, one I didn’t have time to go back and correct.

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