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That concerns me Just because he&039;s a vah he could quickly become one with a couple of lessons Myself, I have practiced with every weapon I own My skill is such that I use every gun to its full capacity

"Just don&039;t shoot yourself in the foot," I say

"I thought you were going to say, just don&039;t shootuneasy

Edward Fender&039;s job application and resum�� contain only one permanent address, which is his moth?er&039;s It is my belief that the lead is valid Mrs Fender&039;s house is located only four lewood, a suburb of Los Angeles It is a quarter after nine by the ti down theand bidding Ray to sit silently, I listen carefully to what&039;s going on inside the residence The TV is on to "Wheel of Fortune"

An elderly wos are weak; she has a slight dry cough A frontof the house is half open The interior is dusty and damp It smells of poor health and of human serpents A vaer there Now I am absolutely certain of the identity of the monster I pursue

"He was here less than two hours ago," I whisper to Ray

"Is he in the area?"

"No But he can come into the area swiftly He has at least twiceto speak to the woht down the street If you see someone approach the house, don&039;t try to warnI will deal with him Do you understand?"

Ray is amused "Am I in the army? Do I have to take your orders?"

I take his hand "Seriously, Ray In a situation like this you can&039;t help o of him and slip a small revolver into my coat pocket "I just have to put a couple of bullets in his brain, and he will not be o after the others They will be a piece of cake"

"Do you like cake, Sita?"

I have to smile "Yes, of course With ice cream, especially"

"You never told me when your birthday is Do you know?"

"Yes" I lean over and kiss him "It is the day I met you I was reborn on that day"

He kisses o to leave "I don&039;t blah I don&039;t completely believe him "I know"

The woman answers the door a moment after I knock and remains behind the torn screen door Her hair is white, her face in ruins Her hands are arthritic; the fingers claw at the air like hungry rats&039; paws She has flat gray eyes that look as if they have watched black-and-white television for decades There is little feeling in them, except perhaps a sense of cynical conteown of food and bloodstains Some of the latter look fresh There are red

Her son has been drinking her blood

I smile quickly "Hello Mrs Fender? I&039;m Kathy Gibson, a friend of your son&039;s Is he at ho throw her off bal?ance I shudder to think of the woraveyard shift He won&039;t be hoives me a critical examination "What did you say your naoes sweet and soft, strangely persuasive "I didn&039;tyou?"

She shrugs "Just watching TV How come I&039;ve never heard Eddie mention you before?"

I stare at her "We only just o My brother introduced us" I add, "He works with Eddie"

"At the clinic?"

The wo to trick me I frown "Eddie doesn&039;t work at a clinic"