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

describe him as. A young kid. He’s twelve years old, mentally retarded, a heroin addict and has full blown AIDS.”
    “Unlucky.” Noica said matter-of-fact.
    Lupescu snorted a laugh. “Yes, you could say that. So this kid, Mihai, he told one of my officers about an English vampire.” He paused to see how Noica took the word ‘vampire’. He made no movement. “The boy led us to an apartment block where we discovered the name of Paul McGovern and inside the apartment my officers found what they are describing as ‘vampire writings’ across the wall.”
    “Vampire writings?”
    Lupescu shrugged. “That is how it was described to me. It’s being photographed as we speak.”
    “Would it be possible to see the apartment this evening?”
    “We should get photographs tonight, but I doubt forensics will have the place ready until tomorrow. I’m afraid most things are going to wait until the morning. We’ve got the kid, Mihai downstairs we want to talk to, but he’s not easy to communicate with and we’re having a specialist social worker come in first thing to help us.”
    The phone rang. Lupescu answered. “Buna... Da...” he started writing notes quickly then looked up to Noica and repeated the information so that Noica could hear too. “Paul McGovern went through passport control... Do you know his destination? ...he went to London. OK... when did this happen?”
    The call ended.
    “He’s left the country?” Noica asked mildly startled.
    Lupescu nodded. “He flew out of Bucharest a few days ago... I take it this is what you were expecting?”
    Noica pursed his lips. “No. It’s not what I expect. Mr. McGovern may be just some ordinary crazy person, not an A.V.I, or he may not be the person responsible.”
    “McGovern is the only person we’re looking for.”
    “I know,” Noica said. His brow furrowed, he looked uneasy.
    “Let me just say it,” Lupescu said. “This guy killed two men, at least two that we know of and then he’s fled the country. But it all happened suddenly, he was fine, then he was violent. That’s the sort of person you specialise in, right?”
    Noica nodded solemnly and said, “That is my area of expertise,” then more seriously, “But the type of person I deal with rarely has the sense to flee the crime scene. The same mental disintegration that makes them violent is what stops them having common sense. It’s an illness that damages their brain, it makes them violent and stupid. But this McGovern... if he is the perpetrator, he managed to travel to Bucharest, board a plane and fly to London. That is hardly the behaviour of a man suffering mental disintegration.”
    Lupescu stared directly at Noica and said, “The old women would call a man this violent a vampire.”
    Noica nodded. “I hope he’s not. He wouldn’t be the first to keep his mental faculties once he became violent. But... you don’t ever want to have to deal with one of these things.”
    “Things?”
    “A ‘vampire’ like this. A vampire is a poor, deluded and sick man, Mr. Lupescu. They’re violent but they’re also confused. Their brain tissue softens, a symptom called encephalomalacia. To put it in simple terms they’re suffering a rapid descent into Alzheimer's with outbursts of violent behaviour. But there are rare occasions when the brain softens and the violence erupts but the man keeps his wits and thoughts about him. Take my word for it, you don’t ever want to come across one of these - things!”

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    What he was doing was stupid beyond compare, but somehow he just couldn’t help himself. It wasn’t even six in the morning and he’d left the squat and travelled across town to walk the streets of his recent past. He was back in West London. It was still dark and it was bitterly cold, but it was better to be on his feet in the street than in bed and dreaming. Strange noises and anxiety had kept him awake at the squat. Fantasy dreams overlapped with real events and his