Rhett: We had a meeting this morning. Just wanted to let you know I wont be around this weekend, you know, in case you wanted to hang out.
I wouldnt have been anywhere else. Call me if you need me?Always. Thanks, Rhym.
While the female headed for the back of the house, Mary took the stairs in a rush, stopping only to drop her things off in her office before going up to the third floor. When she got to the top landing, she was surprised to find the door to Bittys room open.Hello? the girl called out from inside.Mary squared her shoulders and walked forward. Its me.
Bittys suitcases were still packed and by her bed, but she was over at the old desk, brushing her dolls hair.Rhym said you wanted to see me?
To herself, Mary added, Any chance you want to talk about something? The mother you lost? The infant brother who died? Your maniac father? Cuz that would be great.
Yes, please. The little girl turned. I was wondering if you could please take me to my old house.cept his was real shit. Okay, Vlad clearly did not appreciate that, but Julio was on a roll. And he had a fucked-up face, his upper lip was all fucked up. And he was gonna kill me. He had a . . .
Jo hung in for the rest of the interview, even through the part where Vlad all but pushed Julio out of the way, as if Dracu-wannabes sharing threshold had been reached.Sitting back again, she wondered exactly how far she was going to go with this. And answered that one by heading over to the Caldwell Courier Journal site and doing a search on good ol Julios name. Huh. What do you know. There was an aritcle written the previous December on gang-related activity in the downtown area—and Julio was front and center in it. Even had a picture of him staring out of the back of a CPD patrol car, his eyes sporting that same stretched-wide thing, his mouth likewise cranked open like he was desperately talking to the photographer.
Nothing about vampires, though.Scrolling up again, it turned out that the name on the byline was one she recognized.