Page 37 of Forged in Dusk
“We listen to the police radio; that’s how we know where the next victim is. I want you to listen to the police radio because I don’t have time to be calling you. I need you to help, not to become an additional weight,” Lucy says, turning to look at me raising her right eyebrow.
“No worries, I’m on it,” I say, nodding.
Thirteen
Konstantin
I take a drink of my beer, looking around the bar. The room is dark and crowded, which is good and bad.
Good because the patrons wouldn’t pay attention to us and bad because it’s too fucking loud.
Fuck!
I look at the door for Lance to review the latest DETS.
I tap my finger on the table, resting my right arm along with the booth, looking into the crowd.
I can’t wait to see my Princess because I miss her. I’m so happy that she’s taking another step towards reaching her dream of becoming an investigative reporter. I know that she got this.
Finally, I see Lance walking towards me, weaving around the crowd. I don’t know how we picked a bar that’s so popular.
Lance is tall with long blonde hair, slender, and a Vampire. He’s been my assistant forever.
“Kon, sorry I’m late,” Lance says, sliding onto the booth.
“All good, I know that you’ve been working on a lot,” I say, lifting my chin.
Lance runs a hand through his long hair, taking the beer I had ready for him. First, he takes a drink; then, he smirks, rubbing his hands together.
“Indeed. Our men monitor the Rogue’s lair, and I have GPS trackers on their cars. I have the information on the new leader; he’s actually a powerful Russian drug lord Igor Babanin, one that Ivan turned. This faction of Rogues are the ones that are taking so many lives in Sacramento,” Lance says, handing his tablet to me to review his notes.
“Fuck, he has his immediate men turned, but they don’t have a clue what it all entails. They’re going into a blood craze that’s dangerous because they don’t know how to control their thirst. This is fucked up,” I growl, sliding my finger over the tablet’s screen.
My blood boils when I see the motherfucker that was at the funeral.
“That Rogue is Ugo Babanin, Igor’s brother,” Lance says, looking at his mug on the tablet.
“What was he doing at the funeral,” I ask, raising my eyebrow.
“It’s fucking odd; these fuckers have the penchant of going to their victim's funerals. That’s fucking bizarre,” Lance says, rubbing his short beard.
“But there’s has to be more than just a whim, that fucker looked at me at the funeral. I saw the moment that he recognized me, so that means that Ivan told them all about the Kozlov Vampire Empire, which worries me. They don’t have a clue about being a turned Vampire; they only get to live eternally,” I say, swiping the screen to look at the other images and information.
“You might be right. I’ll work on getting a mic inside the lair to get more DETS,” Lance says, nodding.
“How are you getting the location of the attacks,” I ask, furrowing my forehead.
“I’m using the same app that the reporters use, the police scanner on my cell phone,” Lance says, drinking the beer.
“Right, put the app on my cell, and show me how to use it,” I say, sliding my cell phone to him.
I watch Lance do this thing, taking a drink of my beer. Then, he hands my cell phone back to me.
“It’s ready; press on the icon; I have it set for the area,” Lance says, leans in, sliding his fingers over the screen.
“Thanks, now get the mic in the lair because we need to know every move,” I say, looking at my cell phone.
“On it, talk later,” Lance says, lifting his chin sliding out of the booth.
