Vampire "Unseen" (Vampire "Untitled" Trilogy Book 2) by Lee McGeorge Read Free Book Online

Brown streaks on a bar of soap that could be blood. There was a plastic bucket in the bathtub, a towel hung over the side, crumpled clothes on the floor. Evidence of a presence. Evidence that someone had been there.
    The last room had no furniture and led to a balcony.
    Empty. The place was empty. He holstered his weapon and walked back through the apartment. “It’s clear,” he called to the other police hovering on the landing outside.
    He looked in the sitting room again and noticed the oddly placed armchair in the centre of the room. This time he noticed a few nested tables ahead of the chair upon which was a cruciform, a large wooden cross with a silver figurine of Christ. When he turned back he saw the wall of notes. The longest length of the room was covered in neatly arranged sheets of yellow legal paper to make eight large panels. They covered almost the entire wall. There was writing all over these pages. Whoever sat in that chair looked at these writings like they were paintings in an art gallery. The writing was in English and seemed a disjointed mess. Outside the apartment the policemen laughed at a joke he hadn’t heard whilst at the same time Ciprian’s blood turned very cold. He called out to the policemen and snapped his fingers three times to signal them.
    They went quiet. “What is it?” one of them called.
    “We need to get the photographer out here,” he replied.
    His eyes darted across the pages, reading out all the words that his school level English language skills could understand. Words like, vampire, kill, murder, hide, blood, massacre. Everywhere he looked the notes seemed to say vampire, vampire, vampire, kill, kill, kill. One note in the bottom corner looked like it had been scratched on. The handwriting was shaky and the pen had trailed a messy jagged line before tearing the paper to scratch the wall. It said ‘Fuck Nisha, Kill the bitch.’
    Mihai had told him he was looking for an English vampire. Whoever lived in this apartment had no television, radio, books or any form of entertainment that could be seen. The only thing here was an empty chair facing a wall full of murderous ideas written in English.
    Ciprian looked back to the armchair.
    “Who sits in this chair?” he wondered aloud. “And where are you now?”

    ----- X -----

    Lupescu pushed through queues of people to find Lucian Noica. The public areas of Brasov police station always looked like a rush hour train station and queues of three and four hours to get a rubber stamp on a driving license or passport were not uncommon. People brought food and had picnics whilst standing in line. It was noisy, even this late in the day when most people had gotten what they wanted or given up waiting.
    “Dr. Noica?” Lupescu asked looking at the out of place man. “I’m Ion Lupescu.”
    Noica was about fifty years old, immaculately dressed in a dark blue pinstripe suit and a tie that couldn’t be set more perfectly straight with a spirit level. His light brown hair was immaculate, his shoes were shined to glass... Jesus Christ, he was fucking perfect.
    Noica reached out a hand to shake as he stood. Lupescu noticed the double cuff to his shirt and the subtle silver cufflink holding them. All his life he’d wanted a shirt like that. Against Noica, he suddenly felt like a dishevelled, overweight slob and as they walked back to his office he had to fight the urge to stare at him.
    “We have a person of interest we’re searching for,” Lupescu began. “His name is Paul McGovern and we believe he is either British or American.”
    “But you haven’t found him in the local vicinity?”
    “No. He wasn’t just sitting there if that was what you mean.”
    “That is what I mean.”
    Lupescu waited for Noica to continue. He didn’t.
    “McGovern is renting a place in Noua,” he continued. “It’s only a few hundred metres from the murders. The victims, Nealla Stolojan and Raul Ponta, have a... cohort, I suppose you could