Hex and the Single Witch (Vehicle City Vampires) Read Free Page A

anything useful from your vision. We’ll need to record everything.”
    “Look Malone,
there’s nothing new. It’s the same as before. The guy is blocked. I can feel
him, but I never really see him. The magick hides anything useful. The bastard
only lets me see what he wants me to see.”
    “And feel,
obviously. He likes it that you really felt him tonight. He’s probably getting
off on it right now. This is a sadistic vamp, Anwyn. I need you to process the
info and try to find something, anything new, anything different. Maybe tonight
you’ll find something useful as you go over those images in your head. And I
know you are going to. I was paying attention, Annie girl. You mumbled, moaned,
and moved erotically during your vision. Don’t worry I don’t think anyone else
was paying attention, but I was, I always do.” His lip stretched into a lecherous
grin. “I can tell when a woman is aroused, I can tell when you are aroused, and
this is going to be with you for a while, until you get rid of it. I tried to
be nice and offer my help. Instead you have a long lonely night ahead of you.”
With that he turned and disappeared into the dark.
    Long night ahead
of me all right, I would be focused on the murder all night, trying to find any
clue in the vision I had experienced from the victim. Maybe I could push away
thoughts of the murderer and concentrate on my current crush, Galen. The guy
who barely knew I existed. He made me feel like a giddy school girl every time
I got near him. Thinking of him would be much more pleasant than thinking about
a murderous vampire that loves to kill women.
    Except Galen was
a vampire. Okay maybe I shouldn’t think about him because anything related to
fangs would send me right back to thinking about the murders.
    To my dismay I
settled on the images of Malone flowing through my mind. Just out of sheer
curiosity I thought about him, wondering what kind of lover he would be.
Underneath his cocky swagger he was still a good looking guy. Cops liked to
toss around all that bravado, but I knew it as just another form of cop-face,
something to hide the real person underneath the badge.
    Definitely going
to be a long night. I sighed and headed toward my car. As I started the engine
I thought, maybe I should stop to get batteries on my way home.
     
    Chapter 2
     
    Trying to think
about anything other than death soon became exhausting. I had witnessed the
excruciating last moments of someone’s life, and it shook me to the core.
Lately each reading from the murder victims came at me more powerful, more
vivid and much more intense than the last. The feelings and images kept getting
stronger. Now I struggled separating myself from the vision, like it all
happened to me.
    I decided not to
drive the freeway home, needed to relax a little before taking a bunch of
negativity home with me.
    In an effort to
relieve my mind of things I thought about my childhood visits to the city. The
downtown area buildings once filled with shopping, eateries and a flourishing
nightlife scene now stood empty and dark. The Capital Theatre designed to be
the grand entertainment theater had become office space. Many ideas about renovating
the place to its former glory had been tossed around but so far no one wanted
to invest the money. Metropolis, my favorite college hangout party spot, was
now VAMP, the hottest club in Flint. Many of my other childhood favorites were
vacated or reincarnated as new businesses like once bustling mall Windmill
Place, the spot to shop in my youth. Autoworld—Flint’s sad attempt at a tourist
attraction—was another place I had loved as a child, now completely gone. Torn
down several years ago and replaced by new buildings for the University of
Michigan, who now owned much of downtown Flint. At least they brought some life
back into the area.
    Business owners
hoped Flint would become a bustling college town like Ann Arbor and Lansing,
full of restaurants, clubs, shops and college