Demons Are Forever (Love at First Bite Book 2) by Declan Finn

Author:Declan Finn [Finn, Declan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Silver Empire
Published: 2018-06-02T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 15:

REFLECTIONS OF THE WAY LIFE USED TO BE

San Francisco

Marco blinked awake at the blare of his phone. It was 5:00 am on a Tuesday. Now, what was he supposed to care about this early?

On the fifth ring, he rolled over and picked up the phone with eyes closed and brain shut off. “Voice identification disengaged, please identify yourself.”

“It’s me, Yana. Marco, something’s happened in New York.”

He blinked. Yana’s voice was wrong. Shaky? Scared? Of what? His mouth was on autopilot. “My lovely redhead, how are you? Wait… My New York? What about it?”

She told him.

“Hm?”

She told him again.

Marco’s eyes snapped open. “WHAT!!”

* * *

Merle Kraft woke up at six. He didn’t want to wake up today. He was surprised that he’d allowed himself to sleep after meeting with Dalf.

He sighed and turned on the television, straight to the news, and while it played in the background, he went to his computer. Now that he had Marco in the neighborhood, it was time to pick up on his United Nations investigation again.

Kraft went to work while CNN played across the room. The first vampire Merle had killed had been meeting with someone at the United Nations, so the first step was to find out exactly who that vampire had been met with the night the FBI used a laser-mic to bug the UN. Unless… What if that vampire had not been the one in the UN? What if his boss had heard the laser mic?

Merle shook his head. Why would el jefe condescend to meet someone at the UN? For negotiations, you don’t go in person—vampires are not micromanaging senators, are they?

Unless… Damn Dalf… oh, wait, it’s far, far too late for that… What if the number-one vampire killed in Brooklyn wasn’t THE number-one guy? What if he were just a point man? Someone to lay the groundwork for negotiations?

I think it’s time for me to go back to New York.

Merle grimaced, and looked up at the television. It looked like someone was replaying footage of 9/11.

Then he turned on the volume.

* * *

Doctor Robert Catalano blinked. Why was his head buzzing? Why was his world blurry, and… was he in an ambulance? It a cross between a hospital and a garage with an undercurrent of burnt – hair, plastic and flesh.

Robert rolled his head from one side to the other. He was on a gurney? Why? Had he inhaled smoke? The sprinklers had all gone off, he had been getting people out, he got out, and then…?

Short-term memory loss. Physical trauma? My vision is still blurry, so I have a concussion, and not one of the “take two Advil” variety.

Robert coughed, said, “Hello?”

After a moment of no response, he slowly sat up. Second opinion on the vision…it would help if I had my glasses.

Robert gently put his feet on the floor and tried to rise. When the world went sideways, he sat back down.

“Robert!” came a booming voice that didn’t need a microphone.

He smiled. He didn’t need eyes to know who that was.

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