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people they interviewed than to Damian, which shouldn't bother him, but did.
    Raoul nodded and continued looking out the window.
    "You got plans for tonight?" Damian asked to see if that was a sore spot.
    "No. I'm going to chill on that for a while."
    Damian opened his mouth to ask why and then stopped when he realized he didn't really care. The rest of the drive was in companionable silence. Damian went over all the clues, few as they were, in this case and couldn't connect any dots. Thirst and the need to stretch his legs caused him to pull off the highway into the parking lot of a supply store to grab a drink.
    Raoul looked at him but didn't say anything as he stepped out of the SUV. Damian stepped out, locked the truck, and headed into the store. Before reaching the door he stopped and inhaled. Following the scent, he walked around to the side of the building. Seated beneath the shade of a nearby Mangrove tree were two male full-bloods. Both appeared old and weathered, something he'd never seen before.
    "Hello," Damian said when the silence stretched between them.
    They nodded and continued staring at him.
    Damian looked at the swamp beyond, the high roots of the trees, a swirl of insects and birds resting on branches for brief respites.
    "Been a long time, huh?"
    Damian turned toward the men and zeroed in on the man closest to him. "What?"
    The elder’s faded blue gaze held his. "Since you ran in nature."
    The comment surprised Damian. "Yeah, it's been a while." He looked at the raw, natural beauty of the swamp again.
    "I'm Cain, this here's Abel." The older man pointed to the male seated next to him.
    Damian nodded.
    "He's too young to catch the joke," Abel said, his voice deep and rusty sounding.
    "I suppose," Cain said, looking up at Damian. "Or somethin's troubling him to the point he didn't catch it."
    Damian had no idea what they were talking about, of course he was younger than them, these two could be older than La Patron. But something did trouble him. "There's been an outbreak of sorts and I'm trying to find some answers."
    Both men stared at him for a few seconds. "Who are you? It's rude not to give your name after a name's been given," Cain said.
    "Damian Farkas, KnightForce for this area."
    "Heard of them," Abel said and turned away.
    "What'd you hear?" Cain asked, looking at his brother.
    Abel waved and both men fell silent for a few moments while Damian stood watching. Raoul walked around the corner and handed him a bottle of water.
    "Thanks." Damian took a large gulp, appreciating the coldness of the liquid in the heat.
    "You a KnightForce too?" Cain asked Raoul.
    "No," Raoul said. He looked at Damian. " Ready?"
    "In a few minutes. I'm going to ask if they've seen or heard anything about the virus."
    "Think they'll talk to you?"
    "Why wouldn't the y?" Damian asked.
    "They're old and may not like your approach. Ask them questions about themselves first, pay them respect and courtesy as if they were La Patron."
    "What?"
    "These two are old school, they won't just talk unless they think you're worthy."
    "How do you know?"
    "Their scent for one, isn't that why you came around here?"
    "Yeah."
    "I smelled their age but didn't want to deal with it. A lot of the older ones are a pain in the ass with all their bowing and scraping bullshit, but they may know something. Ask them if they are the historians for this area, if they are, then they know everything that's happened here since they've been in this place, which may be a long time, maybe even since they were born ."
    Damian finished drinking, tossed the bottle into the recyclable bin and headed for the SUV. "Cain, Abel, it was nice meeting you, be well."
    "And you too, young KnightForce agent, I hope you find what you seek," Cain said.
    "He won't," Abel said in his gritty voice, stopping Damian.
    "I won't?" Damian said, retracing his steps to stand in front of the two men.
    "No." Abel didn't look at him.
    "What am I looking for?" Damian crossed his arms over