Page 69 of My Mr. Vampire

“What?” My hand flew to my chest.

“She was at this place called Club Bailar Caliente.”

“What? When?”

“Last night.” Morgan’s gray eyes enlarged. “Harlen called me last night. He asked me to go out with him and I thought, I don’t know what I thought. I just was trying to hang.”

“You went to a club with Harlen? Without telling me?”

“It wasn’t like that. You were asleep.” She said defensively.

I lowered my voice and gritted my teeth. “You aren’t supposed to go off with one of them without me knowing where you at.”

“Girl. You go off with them all the time by yourself.” Morgan tipped her head toward Josh.

She had a good point, but I needed to know if she was with a vampire just for safety’s sake. “I still need to know.”

“Fine. You know I’m fucking him, so I might as well go on a date with him, too.”

“I wish you would stop that, too.”

“Okay, now you trippin’.” Harlen was on some kind of stakeout. “We were just supposed to blend in, dance a little, have a few drinks. But then I saw him watching this woman in the VIP section. It was Marisol.”

“How did you know it was her?”

“Remember, after everything happened back at home? How we looked up Lonzo’s family members on Facebook? We found those old pictures of his sister. She was tagged in the one photo where she’s at her cousin’s quinceañera. She was wearing that ugly ass red dress. I recognized that bitch immediately.”

My stomach dropped as the memory surfaced. We spent hours hunched over my laptop in my old apartment. I was searching for any information about the Lopez family after Lonzo murdered three people right near me. Finding Marisol’s profile had felt like a small victory at the time.

“I forgot all about that.” I said.

“That’s why you got me. I don’t forget shit. She was with a woman and a man last night.” Morgan continued. “They acted her security. But they could’ve just been her peoples.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing. We left.”

“Did she see you?” I asked.

Morgan shook her head. “I don’t think so. Harlen rushed us out of there as soon as I told him we had to go.”

“You need to stay away from The Castle.” I said finally, turning back to Morgan. “And from anywhere too public until this is over.”

“What about you? What are you going to do?” Morgan asked.

It was a good question. One I didn’t have a good answer for. “I need to tell Zand about the detectives. About what they showed me. And I have to tell him you saw Marisol.”

“I think he already knows’ Harlen said he was going to tell him last night.”

“Was Zand going to tell me that y’all seen her?” Would Zand keep something like this from me? To protect me? The thought sat uncomfortably in my mind.

“You didn’t give him a chance to. It just happened a few hours ago.”

“We should both watch our backs.” I said quietly.

“Always. I came prepared.” Morgan opened her purse, and I looked down to see a shiny black handgun in her handbag.

“Where did you get that?”

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