Chapter 22

He might have been in his mid-thirties—if that. He was fit, tanned, and good- looking with semi-messy blonde hair that he probably paid a stylist a pretty penny to create. Judging by the suit, I could tell that he was pulling in the big money.

"Okay. Here it goes." Before I could rise Tony stopped me with a hand on my arm.

"You need to do this alone. Take Mei Wah and the car. He'll make sure nothing happens to you. Just remember two things. Don't take too much blood, and he must be able to make the choice to be yours of his own free will. If it's against his beliefs, then he will lose his mind. Do you know what I mean?"

I nodded though I didn't understand, but I would still do what he asked. I approached the man. He was sipping bourbon on the rocks. I glanced behind me, but Tony was already gone. I rubbed my hands down my legs and tried to convince myself that this was not the same as being a pusher.

I took off my glasses and sat next to him. "Hello."

He smiled and nodded at me.