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those bags in neat little rows, like Capri Sun packages waiting for a straw, was like a fist to the gut.
    Yeah, Nim, they really do drink blood. Get over it.
    Colin picked out four pint bags and handed them to Sebastian. “Here. This should hold you until we can get you something fresh.”
    Sebastian glanced at the labels, while I wondered what “something fresh” would entail. Not me, I hoped. “Thanks.”
    “Yeah. Enjoy it while you can, ’cause we’re stuck with shit from Fangs now.” He grimaced at the headless bodies on the floor. They were already dissolving into piles of dark, ashy dust, Bob’s disintegrating faster than Therese’s. I couldn’t help feeling sorry for her. She’d obviously been little more than a pawn in a game that so far made no sense to me.
    “Let’s get the hell out of here,” said Colin, and we did.
     
    We emerged from the back room and continued outside as if nothing had happened. There were several customers inside drinking, but no one seemed to register us as anything more than normal visitors. With a bartender still refilling shots from the fridge behind the bar, it would likely be a while before anyone had a need to venture into the back room. I tried not to think about it too much, instead working to catch my breath and to keep up with Colin and Sebastian.
    The two vampires headed down the sidewalk, almost as if they’d forgotten I was there. I followed gamely. So far the evening was really not going well. I could, after all, be considered an accessory to two murders. That is, if there was anything left of the bodies to prove there’d been a murder at all. I suspected there wouldn’t be much more than a couple of smudges on the floor by the time anyone notified the police.
    They were mumbling to each other as they walked, voices barely audible, though I was sure they could hear each other just fine. Another rude vampire habit.
    “Pieter?” Colin said, and Sebastian nodded.
    “Who else?”
    “You have it?”
    “Sort of.”
    Colin’s voice went even quieter, so I wasn’t entirely sure I heard what he was saying. “You know where it is?”
    “Yeah.”
    “All right, then.” There was a moment of silence, then Colin spoke again. This time I couldn’t hear him at all.
    Before he answered, Sebastian’s head turned the barest amount, enough that I knew he had been about to include me, but had changed his mind at the last minute. He mumbled back to Colin.
    “Right,” said Colin.
    “What’s going on?” I finally asked as we rounded the corner into the parking garage. The concrete grabbed the last word and echoed it back and forth against the low ceiling, making me wince.
    “Later,” said Colin.
    Fine. I could take a hint.
    No, wait. I really couldn’t. “I need some explanations here.”
    I saw a bulge in Colin’s temple as he clenched his teeth, but he said, very quietly, “Unlock your car.”
    The keys were in my pocket; I squeezed the appropriate button. The ensuing “bleep” of the car unlocking sounded like the blare of an alarm in the confined space. Colin slid into the passenger side while Sebastian opened the back door, leaving me my rightful spot behind the wheel. I was more than a little surprised Colin hadn’t taken over the driver’s side.
    “Why here?” I asked. It seemed like we could have conversed more comfortably in Colin’s office. Or mine, for that matter. My car isn’t that big.
    “Nobody can hear us in here,” was Colin’s almost painfully logical answer.
    I heard an odd sound from the backseat, sort of a belchy slurping, and fixed my gaze firmly on Colin. I really didn’t want to watch Sebastian eat, especially if he was hungry enough to attack a cold bag of blood. “Speak,” I told my boss.
    “The guy who tried to kill Sebastian set Therese on us as a messenger. He doesn’t want to show his face yet, because he knows I’ll kill him if I have half a chance. But he’ll be after us in person next. Sebastian’s going to