Save the Last Vamp for Me (Discord Jones Book 3) by Gayla Drummond

Author:Gayla Drummond [Drummond, Gayla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mystery, murder, magic, vampires, shifters, psychic, witches
Publisher: Katarr Kanticles Press
Published: 2014-08-27T00:00:00+00:00

Angelique Herrera proved relatively easy to locate, thanks to an online directory. She didn’t answer when I called, and I didn’t leave a message. “It’s not even seven yet, so let’s drop by and see if we can catch her at home.”

“Sure. Dinner after that?” Soames asked.

“Yes, I’m starving. Had to share my breakfast with the dogs.” Everyone else had left for the day, including Mr. Whitehaven. I locked up behind us when we left.

David Bowie’s “Under Pressure” poured from my car’s speakers when I started it, and Soames instantly began singing along. He had a nice voice.

Angelique’s apartment complex was near the community college. I drove the maze of parking lots until Soames spotted her apartment number. “That one, right there.”

There wasn’t an empty spot to borrow for parking. I drove out and around, parking on the street behind her building. The sun had sunk below the horizon by then, leaving the sky the dark blue that precedes full dark. No stars visible, obscured by too many street lights. Even with all the lighting, I shivered. “Let’s go see if she’s home.”

After we walked around the end of her building, Soames touched my arm and murmured, “There’s a vampire on the roof of the building across from hers.”

I didn’t look up, though I wanted to, but I did drop my mental shield a few inches. “I don’t feel anything, so it can’t be a master vamp.”

“What do you want to do?”

“How about this?” I grabbed his arm, glanced upward, and teleported to the roof and behind the vampire. The vampire rose from his crouch, peering over the roof’s edge, as I let go of Soames.

The shifter wasted no time leaping into action, taking one long step to grab the vampire’s arm, whirl it around, and take a swing. I winced at the crack of fist on jaw, but cheered when the vamp dropped. “Woohoo. Nice punch, dude.”

“Thanks. Don’t suppose you have handcuffs?”

“Nope.” I removed my thin, faux leather belt. “Will this work?”

“Let’s find out.” Soames took the belt, and flipped the vamp face down. Roughly five seconds later, he’d pulled the vamp’s arms back and wound my belt around his victim’s wrists before buckling it tight. He rolled our prisoner back over, and hefted him up onto a shoulder. Soames stood up in a smooth movement, not a sign of strain on his face. “Can I get a ride down?”

“What, you can’t jump?” I grinned to make certain he knew I was teasing, and walked over to take hold of his elbow. “Going down.”

Soames looked at me when we appeared in front of Angelique’s apartment door. “Really?”

“He was watching her, not us. Let’s see if we can find out why.” I knocked. Soames listened, nodding when he heard someone on the other side.

“Who is it?”

“Angelique Herrera? My name’s Discord Jones, and I’m a private investigator. We’re here about your sister, Lira.”

“She’s dead.”

Well, at least I wouldn’t have to break that news to her. “I know, and you have our sympathies.

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