Must Love Hellhounds

own personal hygiene. If he’s unlucky, he’ll spend the rest of his life as a human vegetable. Would you care for an espresso?”
    The vampire sprinted ahead.
    “No, thank you. Watching a man foam at the mouth tends to short-circuit my thirst and appetite.” What happened to Danton deeply bothered me, but I knew the People’s contracts, and everything that had transpired was completely within the law. The journeymen signed their lives away when they chose to work for the People.
    “Again, my apologies. I could have postponed the test, but Danton had avoided it twice already after daring to brag about how well he would do. I don’t tolerate displays of baseless egocentricity. The test had to proceed as scheduled. He’s a rare case. Most of our journeymen manage to fail without quite so much melodrama.”
    We climbed the stairs and headed through the maze of the hallways until Ghastek opened the door to one of the rooms. Spacious, it resembled a living room rather than an office: a semicircle of sectional sofa upholstered in a warm red shade, a plain desk in the corner, books lining the shelves. To the left, through the door, I saw a small kitchenette and a vampire mixing a drink. To the right, floor-to-ceiling windows offered a view of the stables from above.
    “Please sit down.”
    I took a spot on the sofa. Raphael sat next to me, and Ghastek opposite. The vampire squirmed into the room and offered Ghastek an espresso. The Master of the Dead smiled quietly at his drink and sipped with obvious pleasure. The bloodsucker dropped to the floor and sat at his feet. It moved so naturally and Ghastek was so relaxed, I found it difficult to believe that the Master of the Dead controlled the vampire’s every twitch.
    “I believe we’ve met before,” Ghastek said. “In Kate’s office. You pointed guns at my vampire.”
    “You questioned my reflexes,” I said.
    “I was quite impressed by them. That’s why I requested that you disarm.”
    “You expected the journeyman to fail?”
    “Precisely. This particular vampire is appraised at $34,500. It would be bad business sense to put it into a situation where it would endure a dozen bullets shot through its skull.”
    What a cold, cold man.
    Ghastek sipped his espresso. “I assume you’re here to call in the favor I owe to Kate.”
    “Yes.”
    “How is she, by the way?”
    Something in the perfectly neutral way he asked the question set my teeth on edge.
    “She’s recuperating,” Raphael said. “And as a Friend of the Pack, she’s enjoying the Pack’s protection.” He had been staying quiet so far and I knew why. Anything he said would be used by the People against the Pack. He minimized the amount of conversation, but he made the message crystal clear.
    Ghastek chuckled. “I assure you, she’s quite capable of protecting herself. She tends to kick people in the face when she finds them offensive. Is it true she broke a red sword during the Midnight Games by impaling herself on it?”
    An alarm blared in my head. “I don’t remember it quite that way,” I lied. “As I recall, a member of the opposing team meant to strike with the sword. Kate interrupted his strike, and when he tried to free the blade, he cut himself on it. The blood from his hand shattered the sword.”
    “I see.” Ghastek drank the last of his espresso and handed the cup to the vampire. “So what may I do for you?”
    “I would like you to answer a series of questions.” I had to phrase the questions very carefully. “This interview is conducted in confidence. I ask you to not discuss it with anyone unless required to do so by law.”
    “I’ll happily do so, provided your questions are within the range defined by the conditions in the original agreement.”
    The agreement specified that he wouldn’t do anything to directly harm himself, his team, or the People as a group.
    “Are you familiar with the area known as Scratches, located west of Red Market?”
    “Yes.”
    “Is it true that the People routinely patrol a large area of the city surrounding the Casino?”
    “Yes.”
    “Do any patrol routes pass through Scratches?”
    “No.
    So the vampire wasn’t the People’s observer. “To your knowledge, are the People currently conducting any operations in the Scratches?”
    “No.”
    “Are you familiar with Greek paganism?”
    I watched him carefully, but he showed no signs of being surprised by the question. “I have a moderate knowledge of it, within the