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Too Much ’Tude and Not Enough Manners

We followed the stink of the Son of Darkness fordawn Santana dipped into pools and bayous and even puddles along the way Eventually I lost the scent and thought about returning to the house forhiht up to him, that would have left Eli to take out the Son of Darkness alone, a va more and more of the stink of madness Pain can do that to anyone, and a previously poisoned and insane vaular va in huht Santana alone I wasn’t stupid But before Mr Macho and I could go hoet cleaned up, we had to check out the locations of the final 911 calls Thankfully, we could do that on the way back to the house, backtracking through the city

The first location was near a small park I wasn’t familiar with--Samuel Square The address was on Loyola Avenue, a nen house We rode around the block, scoping out the place, before we pulled over and got out Daas ue and past the roof of my mouth

The smell of blood metweapons before I could finish the words

"Dead humans And Brute’s hurt," I said

Eli frowned, a real frown, harsh lines bracketing hiswe could do for the dead except call Sloan But a bleeding as a lethal olf The cures for the olf bite, froion, were only so a lot of time in bed with Gee DiMercy andEli would probably rather shoot hih the cure I stood a better chance of surviving unchanged than Eli did

But the presence of an injured olf meant I needed advice and probably help I pulled h my contact list I didn’t have a lot of friends, and the list of the ones who could help with a ere few and far between Like, two

"Call him," Eli said

I knew he meant for me to call Ricky Bo LaFleur,over the name

"Soul is the other choice, and she’ll follow PsyLED rules and regs Rick is a cop but he’ll put you, and Brute, and this city, before protocol"

I blew a raspberry and punched Rick’s name on the screen I heard the line open, the near-silent sounds of linens and aThe soft sound of a wo--Paka, the liquid syllables of her native African tongue, questioning "It’s okay," Rick said "Just work"