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looking for a friend.”
    “You just found him, doll. Give me ten minutes to lock up, and I’m all yours.”
    As if.
    Regan resisted the urge to smash the overlarge nose, barely. Instead, she pulled out the folded page she had ripped from a magazine before leaving St. Louis.
    “Have you seen an RV that looks like this?”
    The kid barely glanced at the picture. “Do I look like that freak from Monk? I take the money, I give them a card to put on their dash, and that’s the end of it. I don’t give a shit what their RV looks like.”
    “You would have noticed this one. The driver has long red hair and eyes like a cat. He’s very…distinctive.”
    “There’s no one here who doesn’t have gray hair and dentures.” The boy shuddered. “I have nightmares that one day I’ll look out there and nothing will be left but corpses and rotting RVs.”
    “Charming.”
    The goofy smile widened. “You could take my mind off the nasty geriatrics and their imminent death. I have a cot in the back.”
    Regan once again eyed the protruding beak. Targets didn’t come more tempting. Unfortunately, she couldn’t afford to attract attention. Humans always made such a fuss over bit of blood and a few broken bones.
    “Not even if you came giftwrapped,” she muttered, turning to leave.
    “Hey…”
    Whatever he had to say was cut off as Regan slammed the door and jogged toward the nearby road leading into Hannibal.
    This was the last RV park in the area. Her only hope now was that she could pick up Culligan’s trail somewhere in town.
    He couldn’t have just vanished.
    Not only was Culligan a greedy sadist, but he was also a pathetic imp. Unlike many of his kind, he didn’t have the skill to create portals to travel. Hell, he could barely form a hex.
    Which meant he was either in his RV, or on foot.
    Five hours later, she’d jogged through every street in town, finding nothing more than the usual drunken humans and a handful of sprites dancing in the gathering fog.
    Damn. She was hungry, weary to the bone, and in no condition to battle Culligan, even if she did run across him. As much as it ticked her off, it was time to call it a night.
    Angling back toward the main highway that snaked through town, Regan ignored the scent of food that wafted from the few fast-food restaurants that remained open. She had stolen money from Salvatore before leaving St. Louis, but it would only last so long. For now she preferred the protection of four walls and a locked door while she slept to easing the empty ache in her belly.
    She returned to the hotel that she’d booked earlier (one of a dozen that had Mark Twain emblazoned in the name), in the hopes she would need a place to stash a beaten and bloody imp. That hope was shot to hell for the moment, but at least she could look forward to a hot shower and clean bed.
    Keeping her head lowered, she limped across the nondescript lobby, nodding toward the nondescript front desk clerk, and climbing the nondescript stairs. No matter how tired she might be, she wasn’t willing to enter the elevator. She’d been trapped the majority of her life in a tiny silver cell. Not an act of God, or a promised date with the Jonas Brothers could haul her back into one.
    She reached the fifth floor, absently rubbing her arms as a chill crawled over her. Strange. She never felt the cold. Obviously, she was even more tired than she thought.
    Halting at her door, she slid her card into the lock and pressed it open. It wasn’t until steely arms wrapped about her that she realized the danger.
    Shit. The cold prickling over her skin wasn’t from the temperature, it was from a damned vampire. And she had waltzed into his arms as if she didn’t have any more sense than a freaking human.
    Momentarily frozen with shock, Regan was abruptly catapulted into action as the vampire kicked shut the door and attempted to drag her further into the dark room.
    Calling upon her waning strength, Regan pretended to slump in her