Vampire Hunt (Kiera Hudson Series #3) by Tim O'Rourke Read Free Book Online

television crews in attendance. Present was the BBC, ITV, Sky News, CNN, FOX and many others – it seemed that almost every country in the world was represented.
    “You were right then, Luke. Phillips did survive,” Isidor said. “I didn’t doubt it,” Luke whispered as if to himself. “And so did your friend, Kiera, what’s-his-face,” Potter said and pointed at the T.V. screen.   As I looked and in the background, I could see Sparky, dressed smartly in his police uniform. Snatching up the T.V. remote, I pressed the volume button and increased the sound level as Phillips addressed the nation.
    “As you know, several major incidents have occurred across England in the last twenty-four hours. As of yet, we are not fully aware of the true nature of these incidents. On early investigations, it would appear that some unknown wild animal or animals went berserk on the London Underground...”
    “That lying -” Potter started to say.
    “Shhh!” Murphy ordered. “I need to hear what he has to say.”
    “…yesterday morning,” Phillips continued. “Early enquires revealed CCTV footage of these people acting suspiciously on the Underground minutes before the attack.”
    As Phillips lied to the country, along the bottom of the screen, our faces appeared and the words ‘Suspected Fugitives’ flashed past.
    “I ain’t no fugitive!” Isidor grumbled as his face flashed across the screen. “Shhh!” Murphy said again. “These five suspects have quickly been identified as James Murphy, Sean Potter, Luke Bishop, Isidor Smith, and Kiera Hudson.” “Is it true, Chief Inspector Phillips, that four of these suspects are police officers?” one reporter called out.   “ Were police officers,” Phillips corrected the reporter.
    “Is it true that the female – Hudson – is also wanted in the connection of the missing persons from Havensfield?” another asked and a series of cameras flashed.
    Phillips laced his hands together on top of the table and looked grimly into the sea of flashing cameras. “Yes, I can confirm that Kiera Hudson is wanted in connection of those persons who have gone missing from Havensfield.”
    “Why has it taken so long for you to apprehend her?” another reporter yelled off camera. “Doesn’t this show police incompetence? Or perhaps it’s because she is one of your own that you have been so slack in apprehending her?”
    “Not at all,” Phillips smiled confidently. “The previous investigating officer has been reassigned to another case -” “I bet he has,” Potter cut in. “Who have you appointed in his place?” yelled another reporter.   Phillips almost seemed to pause before replying, and then he grinned into the cameras and said, “I am very grateful to the newly-appointed Superintendent Jessica Reeves from our Special Tactics Unit, who will now be leading the enquiry not only into the missing persons, but also the attacks on the London Underground.” Then standing, Phillips looked to his right and held out his arm to welcome the new superintendent to join him at the table. I couldn’t help but think how he reminded me of some second-rate T.V. game show host, as they greeted the contestants onto their show.
    The superintendent stepped up to the table and my heart stopped. Stumbling backwards into a nearby chair, I threw my hands to my face, I watched my mother take her seat next to Phillips at the press conference. I remembered how Phillips had told me that my mum had changed her surname to Reeves when undercover in The Ragged Cove.
    “That’s Jessica Reeves - Hudson ,” Murphy gasped as he recognised her from the time they spent working together at The Ragged Cove.
    I nodded my head numbly, not believing what I was seeing. Not understanding what I was seeing. Without question I knew it was my mother, her dark raven black hair, high cheekbones, and bright hazel eyes, which were just like mine.
    “Gee,” Potter whistled, “I never remembered her looking that