For a moment we stood near the entrance just letting ourselves get adjusted to the noise and the lower light level. Although well filled the place cer...tainly wasn't packed, which surprised me for eight thirty on a Friday evening. I was even more surprised to see that almost half of the tables were empty, but this worked in our favour as I spotted a free table in a corner of the room that had a number of points it could been seen from without any problem at all. Of course if whoever eventually. “When was the last anyone saw her?”“She was over there,” Samantha said, pointing towards the elevators. “Look, a few of her mesmerized cops are over there. They killed themselves when they ran out of other cops to kill.”Damien moved at a run, his boots thudding as he raced through the parking garage. Was she caught up in the trap that almost killed him? A vampire, probably the woman who stabbed Britney, used illusions to hide the Texan and the German.Damien threw a car out of his way with his. “Mme Athelstone... ?” answered the severely dressed woman at the door in French. “My name is Espérance LaBonté. I’m with the DPJ; I’m here because we’ve received a complaint about a young woman that apparently lives in the neighbourhood, someone by the name of Melanie Turgeon. Do you know her?”Switching over to French, she replied “Yes, I certainly do know her ... she lives across the street. What is this about?”Ms LaBonté looked at the 18th century-style building with disdain. “In that .... They’d had the perfect marriage, love and sex wrapped up by their three kids. If only she’d gone to the doctor when she’d first found the lump. If only she’d told him, instead of waiting until she started feeling sick. If only… If only she hadn’t died. He sighed deeply and sat the picture down just as Maria, the housekeeper-nanny he’d hired after Kendra’s death came to the door. ‘I’m leaving now, sir. I’m going to stay at my friend’s house in town tonight just in case this storm does come.