Vampire Dating Agency III by Rosette Bolter Read Free Book Online

head. It seemed so obvious now. How they could have thought it was anyone
else, was beyond him. Perhaps this wasn’t definitive proof either, he was well
aware, but he figured the killer wouldn’t hold up too well under questioning.
When confronted with the evidence against him, it would be all too easy to put
his hand up and say … Yes. It was me. I confess…
    Maurice
breathed in deeply.
    He pulled out
his phone.
    Dialed
Cresh’s number.
    “Come on…”
Maurice muttered as it dialed out.
    He wasn’t
answering.
    Figures.
    His next call
was to Luna.
    Six rings
later, she finally answered. “Hello?”
    “Hi, it’s
Maurice. I’m trying to get a hold of Cresh. Are you still with him?”
    “No, he sent
me home. There was … an incident.”
    “What?”
    “A fucking
bat flew into Kendra’s office where we were working, spraying all this smog
everywhere. Cresh went after it, told me to get out. So I did.”
    “So you’re
home now?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Shit.”
    “What is it?”
    “I know who
the killer is. I guess I’ll keep trying him … but…”
    “He’s not
answering?”
    “No, he’s
not.”
    “Well, maybe
he’s gone home too. Unless … Unless he’s been –”
    “It’s alright
I’ll send Jason and Riley down to check on him. You can stay where you are.”
    “Alright. I …
hope he’s okay.”
    “One more
thing, Luna.”
    “Yes?”
    “What did
Cresh want to keep you back for? Did he say anything like –”
    “He had it in
his head that someone close to the team was the traitor. For some reason. I
don’t know – we went through almost everyone’s file and we couldn’t find
anything. Not that I’m sure we would have anyway. Unless you were like related
to a vampire or something.”
    “Mmm. Well,
I’m sure it’s not important.”
    “Cresh had it
in his head you were the most likely candidate.”
    “Oh really?
And why was that exactly?”
    “He didn’t
say. Maybe you’re just too good at your job.”
    “Thanks,”
Maurice said. “Anyway… Maybe it’s best you stayed somewhere else tonight. Just
until we catch him. You know how the killer likes to pay home visits…”
    “Oh. Right.”
Luna paused. “I just had an ugly thought.”
    “What’s
that?”
    “What if the
killer and the traitor are working together?”
    “I doubt it,”
Maurice said. “The whole traitor angle has been blown out of proportion, I
think. Anyway, I guess I should tell you who it –”
    Maurice
stopped himself short.
    “Who it is?”
Luna said. “You’re breaking up, Maurice.”
    He dropped
the phone.
    “How long
have you been there?” Maurice asked, his voice shaking.
    “Long
enough,” Brock replied.
    He closed the
door behind him.

 
    CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
     
     
    Nadine’s arms rested over the
railing. To the night and sky before her, there were only a few hours left. She
could feel the weight of the hand turning. She could feel the curtains begin to
fall.
    The door
opened to the side of her. Annabel stepped out and approached.
    “Aren’t you
cold, human?” Annabel remarked. “You must be tired too.”
    “I’m very
cold,” Nadine said.
    “Oh yes. I
know.”
    Nadine turned
to her right slightly. “Do you know who was out here?”
    “Come again?”
    “A couple sat
here. A woman and a man. They might have been out here for a while. At some
point … she fell. He disappeared.”
    “I’m a bit
late to this front, I’m afraid,” Annabel said. “I’m sure there were all sorts
of going-ons here though. They may not necessarily have anything to do with
your case.”
    “I can feel
his vibe here. It wasn’t the first time he killed someone on this balcony. It
may not even have been his second.”
    “So we have
quite the Sherlock here then, do we?”
    “Give me your
hand.”
    Annabel’s
eyes flared.
    “Trust me,”
Nadine assured her. “Your hand.”
    Annabel stuck
it out.
    Nadine turned
the palm face up.
    “Okay, so …
you have no idea what’s going on here,” Nadine said.