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“Bring my laptop in here. We can research the Westwood family, and I’ve got to check on stuff for Flo’s party if I live long enough to throw it. You did register, didn’t you?”
    Richard grimaced. “Of course we went through that nonsense. Can you imagine vampires picking china and sterling flatware? The crystal goblets? Fine. Bed linens? Sure.” He glanced at Flo. “But my beloved is enjoying this, so I do what I must.” He smiled at me. “Don’t worry, Gloriana, you’ll live to endure every one of these wedding festivities. Now, Florence, lock this door behind me.” He slipped into the shop and closed the door.
    “Pah! He loved picking out everything. You should have seen him feeling the towels and comparing thread counts on the sheets.” Flo locked the door. “He’s right. We’ll take care of these Westwoods. Nothing is going to spoil my wedding.”
    “I hope you’re right.” I forced a smile. Now Flo frowned. “What?”
    “It’s Aggie. She says she’s giving me a shower. Do you think she means one of those parties with gifts? Or ...” She paced around the workroom.
    “Well, Flo, she is a Siren. Weather is her specialty. I’ve seen her drum up a typhoon when she’s unhappy. I’ll check with her.” I hugged my former roomie. “Of course you should have a bridal shower. Wish I’d thought of it. Tell me where you’re registered, and I’ll make sure she puts it on the invitations.” I’d put the screws to Aggie a.k.a. Aglaophonos. The Siren owed me. If a bridal shower would make Flo happy, then Aggie would deliver. And no one would end up wet.
    We both looked up when there was a knock on the door.
    “It’s Richard.” Flo unlocked the door and eased it open.
    “They’re gone. I planted the idea that you’d had a run-in with his sister and had fled town. Wouldn’t be back for months.” Richard laid the laptop on the table. “That should hold them off for a while. But we can’t count on that to last. He’s bound to have his own investigators.” He opened the laptop and booted it up. “Now let’s see just how many little Westwoods are running around praying for a Glory sighting.”
    “But Richard, what’s the deal? Why are they all after me?” I looked over his shoulder. Google had a lot of sites about the billionaire, but Richard had become a pro at picking out the best one. Soon we could see a family portrait. I sagged with relief. Two kids. Vivien and David. Okay.
    “Seems Westwood’s determined to get you even from the grave, Glory. I read young David’s mind. The will says that if Dad’s taken down by a vampire, the kid who gets the vamp ‘assassin’ gets the gold. All of it.”
    “What?” I sank down on the table.
    “Yep. Billions, made from the tech industry. And, trust me, Westwood sold out long before any problems with the economy. So it’s a huge pile.” Richard was on a page now that showed a bio for each child. Neither Vivien nor David seemed to work for a living, obviously sponging off Daddy. One lived in Hollywood and the other in Paris. Both had expensive tastes judging by the homes they kept.
    “David was really ramped up about it. He didn’t even know Dad was missing until his allowance check didn’t come on time. Seems they weren’t close. Anyway, he and his sister jetted here to see what’s what and met two bodyguards who told this wild tale about how Dad bit the big one at the hands of this female vampire. Had a cell phone video to prove it.” Richard put his hand on my shoulder.
    “You’re kidding. They took video?” I looked at Flo. “I’m cooked.”
    “Maybe, maybe not.” Richard still looked very serious. “It was poor quality. Made at night, from a distance. The guards knew your name because Westwood had talked about you so much. You know he was pretty obsessed.”
    “Oh, yeah. He stalked me.” I was mad now. Haunting me from the grave. How sick was that? “But what are his kids doing here? I mean, revenge? Surely a will