I thought she’d have been juiced and packed up for sale by now, but talk on the street is that she wasn’t kidnapped at all.”īy “juiced” he meant a disgusting black-arts process in which a projective null, a witch or wizard capable of blocking out magical energy for a certain radius, is made into a weapon known as a null bomb. But, of course, he decided to find some manners. I had a lot of pent up frustration that needed to go somewhere. “Talk,” I said, hoping he’d make me beat it out of him. And every hour that passed made it less likely I’d be pleased with what I found at the end of the search.

Before loser boy showed up, I’d been about to start through the file a third time in case I’d somehow missed something, even though I knew I hadn’t. She’d been missing for almost a month, and I’d already gone through every lead I had. And where Claire, my roommate and best friend, was concerned, I’d take anything I could get. Kyle was a real lowlife, even for a vamp, but once in a while he heard something useful-which explained why I hadn’t yet given in to temptation and staked him. I had been on the way to my feet to haul his undead ass out the door, but at his words I slowly sat back down. After all, there’s not likely to be any money in it”-he paused to glance around my rathole of an office-“and you don’t appear to be in a position to do anything gratis.” “I should’ve known you wouldn’t care what happened to Claire. Your call.” Kyle was looking amiable-never a good sign. I pushed the offending size tens onto the floor and scowled.

His boots were probably cleaner than my blotter, but still. My least favorite dead guy had his feet up on my desk.

Midnight's Daughter by Karen Chance