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hunting?”
    “ That,” said Roxi, rolling over and kissing me lightly on the cheek, “is the million-dollar question.”
     
    * * *
     
    I woke up, gasping and weeping.
    My son again. Same mad dash through the forest. The smell of burning flesh. The tormenting sound of running water. His blackened hand.
    Jesus.
    The mad dash through the forest was only in my dreams, of course. The reality had been far different. Twisted car metal, the smell of gasoline, people screaming, my son trapped...reaching for me. A fire under the hood, spreading rapidly. Myself half-unconscious, but too drunk to help my own son....
    Sweet, sweet Jesus.
    I wept some more, quietly, so as not to disturb Roxi, who slept contently on her side. A few minutes of this later, I realized grimly that Veronica and I were not so different. After all, we had both seen loved ones burning....
    Burning....
    Oh, God.
    We have something in common, I thought. Something two people should never, ever have in common.
    And as I sat there in bed, with fresh tears on my cheeks and complete hopelessness in my heart, I suddenly remembered something Roy had told me. Something that hadn’t made sense at the time.
    “Her first attempt failed.”
    I focused my thoughts, tearing them way my son. So what the hell had Roy meant by that? And now Veronica was apparently up north. How far up north? And what attempt had failed? Had she tried to kill a vampire and the attempt failed? Was she following a vampire north, somehow?
    I got quietly out of bed and padded into the kitchen. There, I opened my laptop, fired it up, and soon I was online, jacking into Roxi’s wireless network.
    I didn’t know what I was looking for. I didn’t even know what to Google. Hell, I had the complete World Wide Web at my fingertips, and I didn’t even know where to begin.
    And so I tried random phrases:
    Vampires. Seattle.
    Oh, sweet Jesus. That turned up more than I bargained for. Apparently, this was Twilight country. If Veronica was up there, then any information I had hoped to garner was lost to me. Still, I waded doggedly through fifty or so pages, but nothing stood out.
    I tried Washington, vampires. I told Google to remove any mention of the word Twilight or Stephenie Meyer. Good, better. Not quite so many hits, and many of these pages were new to me. Still, after about a half hour of searching, nothing stood out. I moved on.
    Portland, vampires.
    I scanned and scanned. Same shit. This was feeling like a big waste of time. Needle in a haystack came to mind. I predicted that a serious beating was in Roy the bartender’s immediate future. He wasn’t telling me something, and I was going to kick the shit out of him until he gave it up.
    I typed in: San Francisco, vampires.
    And on about the tenth page, something turned up. An article from the San Francisco Chronicle about a book signing taking place tomorrow. A popular vampire author. Not necessarily the break I was looking for, since I had by now come across a shitload of articles about vampire writers. But it was the title of the article that caught my eye.
    “ Security Beefed Up For Popular Vampire Author”
    Oh? I read on. The author, James P. Storm, had apparently been attacked by a fan four days earlier at the Glendale Barnes & Noble. According to the article, his assailant had been wielding a silver stake. The article went on to state that the attacker had escaped, and because of this, security had been heightened at all of Storm’s signings.
    With my heart now pounding steadily in my chest, I scrolled down and found a picture of Mr. Storm signing books. He was smiling at one such fan as he handed back a book. The man’s skin was unusually tan. Almost golden. Hell, he practically glowed. But there was something else. Although he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, something seemed to be reaching down to partially cover the back of his hand. A tattoo.
    I right-clicked and saved the picture. I next uploaded it into my photo viewer. Blew it