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since Friday… Did he say anything? I see… Okay… I’ll go look too… Yes… Call me if you find him… Bye.” Harvey hung up, cursing under his breath.
    “What?” Gabe asked, tuning in to Harvey’s anxiety.
    “I have to go, sorry. You can stay if you want.”
    “What happened?”
    “It’s not your problem; don’t worry about it.”
    “Why don’t you tell me anyway?” Gabe couldn’t help it. The look of distress on Harvey’s face woke his protective instincts.
    Harvey worried his lower lip with his teeth, visibly struggling with himself. Something won out at the end. “Remember being darted the first night we met?”
    “Yeah.” Did he ever.
    “Well, it was my friend Dill who shot you in the ass. And now he’s run off.”
    “Run off how?”
    Harvey considered Gabe for a second before answering. “Dill lives with two older vampires who happen to be friends of mine. He’s a sweet kid, but he’s young and can be mind-numbingly rash and emotional at times. They had an argument, and while the others slept, Dill ran off, and is about to do something stupid.”
    “Like what?”
    “Like getting himself turned. Look, I need to go.”
    “I’m coming with you.”
    “There will be undead where I’m going.”
    “Okay.”
    “You can’t be attacking them.”
    “I won’t,” Gabe replied earnestly. He was prepared to restrain himself as long as the vampires kept their fangs to themselves. Harvey had managed so far.
    “You can’t bring stakes with you because if anyone finds out there will be trouble, and I won’t be able to help.”
    “Fine.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “Yes. This kid is your friend. I want to help you find him. Then have a word about that dart in my backside.” Gabe added the last part jokingly and was rewarded with a flicker of smile.
    “C’mon then, Angel. I’ll tell you the rest in the car.”
    Gabe was getting used to the nickname.
    “You have a car?”
    “Of course I do. I just hope I can remember where I parked it.”
    While Harvey looked for the car keys, Gabe retrieved his stakes he’d located earlier in a kitchen drawer. He secreted them away in one of his cargo pockets.
     
     
    They found the car two and a half blocks away on a side street. From the number of flyers stuck under the windshield wiper, it had been there for a while. There might have been a ticket among them too. Harvey grabbed the flyers and then gathered up a pile of magazines, canvas shopping bags and assorted stuff from the passenger seat and moved them to the trunk. While he was busy with that, Gabe stealthily transferred the stakes from his pocket to the space under the passenger seat. He’d promised Harvey not to have them on his body, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have them nearby.
    It was a good thing traffic was relatively light at that time of night. The way Harvey was zipping around cars and rushing through changing lights made Gabe nervous.
    “So it’s true what they say about Asian drivers,” he grumbled, trying to hang on to his dignity.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Harvey’s smirk contradicted his words.
    “You may be past it, but I can still die. How would you like that on your conscience?”
    Harvey rolled his eyes but subdued the madness of his driving to a small degree.
    To distract himself from the lights of the city and his life flashing before his eyes, Gabe looked at Harvey and asked the question foremost on his mind. “Why does it bother you so much that your friend might get turned into what you are?”
    Harvey frowned. “It’s not something to do willy-nilly, and there’s no turning back once you’ve done it. I don’t think Dill truly understands what it means. You can’t easily find someone to do it for you at the drop of a hat, but he might, and it’s fucking dangerous, beyond stupid.”
    “Dangerous? How?”
    “Turning somebody isn’t like in the movies; not something any vampire can do at a whim. It takes skill.”
    “It