“True she was voluptuous, Miss Rivers, but that isn’t all. Your lips matched the same shade of red, and you both have a swagger and presence about you, she used her hips so much more..” Amos stopped talking when both dy vampires had crossed their arms and stopped serving drinks. “..Fine, I’ll get to my point.” He lightly chuckled and took a sip of the Bloody Madelyn. “Perfectly banced, Casey. Thank you.” tent when all Casey did was shake her head, Amos kept going. “I ter found out that she kept a journal of her business and a journal of private information.” Amos almost seemed to be dreaming as he spoke, “She liked the tactile feel of a pen and paper. She wrote dowhing, nothing digital.” Sipping more of his drink, Amos finished up. “Those two books had her entire dealings in them. Who, Where and more specifically what they were. Some ht say vampire, some say town cil, or even city manager.” He stopped for a breath, “The other ersonal information. Her time as a vampire, what she po do, how she po work, and her ideas for visiting other pces. Even her experiments with blood use.”

  “You are hoping that I get a vision ahese books back, aren’t you Amos?” Sylvie slid An his drink, “Always looking for an angle on how to profit from my gift.” She shook her head, “I am not your pawn anymore.”

  An cleared his thrht after he took a hefty gulp of the mixed drink. “S-Sylvie. It’s a veil break, and it was in your pce.” An tapped lightly on the bar. “I ’t see it as anything other thaovers from the mess Phantasmagoria left behind.”

  “Fuck.” Sylvie ran her hand through her short blue-gray hair, “Fine.” She gred at Amos. “I am not going t them back but to firm their destru.”

  Swirling the end of his long mustache on his index finger, Amos nodded and then smiled. “Might I ask you to spare any personal correspondeween Livia and myself?”

  Kissing Sylvie on her cheek, Casey breezed by and to a puter terminal to read the various drink orders ing in. “I have these.” She snickered, “I don’t know how I know, but I make most any drink there is. I have the bar, you deal with those two.” Casey grabbed four pint-sized mugs and filled them with beer, setting them on a tray for pickup. “Don’t worry, I hear what’s going on.”

  Watg Casey move around the bar as if she’d been born to it, Sylvie took the time to think about the request. “Amos, no. I am not going to stop ahe ledgers to find anything personal for you.” Sylvie faced An, “What do you have?”

  Amos held up a finger, “Dear? How do you pn to find the books? I’ve not said the rest of the story.” Spotting the look of annoyan his progeny, Amos stopped trying to be coy. “You are still no fun. Very well. Rumor is that Haley Grant found it right after the attack.” He ughed, “She was a frequent er of Livia’s establishment and knows my face.” Amos took down more of his drink and wiped his mouth, “Before you ask, Yes, I have been to her home and tried to find it. My hunch didn’t pan out and I was nearly caught.” He shrugged, “I am no spy, Sylvie.”

  Hearing the spy e a chill down Sylvie’s spine and she noticed the curious look on Casey’s face. “I wasn't hiding anything from you, Casey. We’d just never gotten around to discussing it.” Lightly rubbiemples, Sylvie sighed and fessed, “I used to be a scout for my tribe. I wasn’t a very good one, but I was one all the same.” Sylvie gred at Amos, “All I did was watch ists a back, I never pnned anything and I certainly have no skills at breaking into a pce.”

  Having dipped a small gss in lime juid then rimmed it in sugar, Casey made a quick rum and co to send out into the restaurant, “Something tells me he’s holding something babsp; There’s more to Amos's story, Sylvie.” She refilled a couple more beers, and then smiled at Amos. “She’s got a tingen and is probably bckmailing you.” Casey tapped on her head, “I don’t know how I know, maybe I see the deception in his eyes, but the news reporter has turhe files digital and has them in some way set to release should he show up or if she disappears.”

  Sylvie balled up her fist and shook it at Amos, “You pribsp; You absolute jackass.” Turning her venomous look to An, Sylvie added, “You khis was going to be a bitch, that’s why you have hit me with this bullshit of ing my own mess.” She flipped her thumb back at her former master, “That ass knows Haley a little more than in passing, she knows him intimately.” Furious, Sylvie took a couple of steps bad leaned against her puter terminal. “Out with it, An. What else is oe? No more bullshit.”

  Unwilling to feed into the tenseness of the moment, Casey skipped and partly danced her and down the bar as she made drinks. “So far this isn’t anything we ’t handle, Sylvie.” Casey paused and winked lovingly at her partner. “We easily charm Haley and that ends the bckmail.” Casey ughed, “Why Amos didn’t think of that, I don’t know.”

  “I did.” Amos ughed and poio Amber as she approached with a drink order. “You call them blood bunnies. I’ve adopted the name gifted, so yeah. Mostly immune and loves being fed on.”

  Noting that the situation was quickly deteriorating, An spoke up. “The other couple things shouldn’t prove to be terribly difficult.” He shrugged, “Both are still lio Phantasmagoria. First is Franco Tarsey’s skull. It's being studied at a local uy, because the police had no idea what to do with a skull that has fangs in it. They weren’t sure if it was real or not.” An opened a small hand notebook and tore off a piece of paper. “That is the name of the anthropologist looking at his skull. Another seek aroy mission. I figure that there are he doctor has taken on them, but won’t that robotic pigeon friend of yours help with that?”

  “Kody? They aren’t around, I have no clue where they went.” Sylvie raised one eyebrow, “Their name is Kody. Robot pigeon is a bit insulting.”

  “My apologies.” An quickly amended and tinued, “sequently it’s one of Kody’s designs that’s also on the list.” An flipped a few more pages in his little notebook and tore out the page. “That I am told is some super puter chip-thing. Graphite..graphics..spirograph, Fuck if I know what it is.” Tossing the little page across the bar, An finished up. “It’s got notes with it that indicate vampiric blood use. It o be recovered or destroyed as well.”

  Settling down behind Sylvie once more, Casey rubbed her maker's shoulders. “We do these things, they aren’t overly plicated.” Casey nuzzled into Sylvie’s neck, “Let’s call it an adventure..Pleeeeeeaassseeeee?” Casey heard hip-hop start pying in her mind and ughed as she wiggled her hips for Sylvie, “ you hear it too? Casey ughed and wi the other tires. “Oh, I hear music most of the time. Right now I have an older song, ‘This is how we do it’ banging around in my head. It’s making me want to bounce.” She saw the fused look that came over An and Amos, “Singer, Montell Jordan. Really guys, just because you are old, doesn’t mean you have to act it.”