Chapter Thirteen
Curtis was at his apartment when his mobile phone rung again. He searched through the mess of papers and files stacked on his desk until he found it.
"Yeah?" he snapped.
The line crackled. "Curtis? It's Malon here. I think I found something of interest. You'd better come over."
"Where are you?" he asked, grabbing his jacket and car keys at the same time.
"At Starling's."
"Right. I'll be there in ten."
He hung up and ran down the stairs to the frontdoor. His heart was banging. What had Malon found? He wouldn't have asked Curtis to come over if it wasn't something big. Curtis bit his lip and wondered not for the first time, if he should be doing this. In his heart, he knew he was wrong but it was too late now.
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Curtis pulled up outside Blake's apartment and made his way in. The door had been left open and as he stepped inside he stopped. Seated on one of the couches was a girl. A girl whose wrists were bound together with rope and who had a gag pulled across her mouth. Her eyes were wide and terrified.
Malon was sprawled on the couch opposite the girl. He had his feet up on the coffee table, a sight that annoyed Curtis immensely, and was flicking through a magazine.
"Curtis." He greeted his boss, getting to his feet.
Curtis strode into the room and stopped in front of the girl, leaning down to get a better look at her. Her frightened eyes followed his every move. With a frown he stood up.
"What's this?" he asked.
Malon's dark eyes gleamed. "A vampire," he said slowly and coldly. "But not out kind." he paused. "She's not a Night Worlder."
Curtis' midnight eyes shifted to gaze into Malon's golden ones. The other guy was serious. Curtis knew what he was saying and he couldn't reply.
"I think we'd better get her to Hunter shouldn't we?" Malon asked silkily.
Curtis forced himself to nod. He felt the sinking feeling inside him. He felt the dread and fear. Not fear for himself, but for Blake.
She had just been caught out.