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territory, didn't you?"
    "What the hell is this Order anyway?"
    Vincent placed a hand on his shoulder. "We'll discuss all that tomorrow. Right now, I think you should get some sleep. I'll have Rufus bring you up some refreshments."
    A puzzled look came over Dom's face. "That's the underage driver guy right?"
    "Yes. And by that response, I take it you weren't introduced to him either."
    Dom shook his head. "Not exactly."
    That look of disappointment appeared on Vincent's features once more. "Really, the manners around here are appalling. Especially from people who should know better." He gave Trixie an acidic stare.
    Trixie merely shrugged her shoulders. "Are you coming or not?" she asked Dom.
    "I'm coming, I'm coming," Dom said. He turned back to face Vincent. "What about my stuff?"
    "We'll send someone to collect any belongings you require in due course. My goodness, you really are a worry wart aren't you?"
    "Vincent, I'm a broke worry wart. The few things I own are all I've got in this world."
    "Well, that will all change once you start work with us."
    Dom gave him an ironic nod. "If you say so." Right then, all he wanted to do was lay his head down and get some rest, then work out what the hell was going on in the morning. "I wanna lie down," he declared.
    "Of course you do," said Vincent. "Trixie."
    Dom turned to face her; she spun away and continued up the steps. Vincent gave him a final pat on the back. Dom held up his palm in return and then headed for the stairs, his limbs starting to ache now the adrenaline burn had subsided. He went up the stairs one at a time, weariness taking its toll. Trixie was already at the summit, hands on hips. She was rolling her head around in its socket as if she had a neck ache.
    "Man, that's a lotta steps," Dom stated once he finally reached the top, feeling like he'd just conquered Yellowstone.
    "You'll get used to it," Trixie retorted before heading along the corridor. Dom followed. He was led past more doors as well as a multitude of art: expensive paintings, statuettes sitting atop small stone plinths. All of a sudden, he was transported back to creeping around the derelict house in the slum, hunting Drake. This was like a more upscale version of that place, only without vamps. He shivered as he walked past a depiction of the last supper, a stone carving of the Virgin Mary sitting on a plinth beneath it. Further up was a famous surrealist painting; the one of the melting clocks. Vincent was obviously a man of many and varied tastes. Dom's eyes then fell on another work of art. Trixie. Her tight body was on show just for him, and he found he couldn't take his eyes off her.
    She came to a sudden stop. She first glanced upward and then turned around to face him.
    Those green eyes glowered at him. "Maybe you should take a picture," she advised him. "Then you can stare to your heart's content."
    A half-smile spread up Dom's cheek. "Sounds like a good idea."
    "I'm full of 'em."
    "I can believe it."
    "Ugh!" She shook her head. She then turned to the side, reached for a door handle, and threw the door open. "There's your room," she said, jabbing a finger at the open doorway. "If you need anything pick up the phone and dial one nine nine. Someone will answer."
    Dom took a step toward her, making sure his eyes never left hers. "And what's your number?"
    "My number's: oh-eight-hundred-none-of-your-business. Now get some sleep. We've got a big day tomorrow." She turned and began striding along the corridor away from him.
    Dom glanced through the open doorway into his new room. There was a bed, a desk with a phone, and not much else. He turned his attention back to Trixie. "Hey!"
    She stopped, placed her hands on her hips and turned her face up to the ceiling.
    "I forgot to say thanks for saving me. Twice."
    "Think nothing of it. I hate those bastards as much as you." She then began walking again.
    "Nighty night, Trixie," Dom said after her, a big grin on his face.
    Trixie held a limp hand in the