“Well, you were right,” ME Perkins said as she handed the report over to Roy and Norma. “They were also vampires. All of them. Amazing.”“And the blood on the tree?” Roy asked.“I compared the DNA of the blood with the DNA of the hair sample that you brought me and it is one hundred percent compatible. It's from your missing girl.”“I told you it was a good idea to ask the parents for the hair sample when we came!” Norma boasted, patting Roy's shoulder lightly.“It was logical seeing that we had a blood trail,” Roy told him. “Don't brag so much.”“You won't take away my desire to continue being a good detective.” Norma smiled like a girl. “Almost as good as you.”Roy looked at her with a "please, you won't get over me, at least not yet" look, and Norma stuck her tongue out at him, amused.“Save a copy for Forney and Ventur

Darius and Dan had already arrived at the meeting place with Zander. They entered the abandoned industrial complex heading west and came to the wide open ground where the earlier meetings had taken place. Zander was already there waiting for them.They stopped the car in front of his and left the lights on, then got out and waited for him to do the same. Zander got out on the passenger side, then went to the rear door on the same side and opened it. Darius and Dan saw another person slowly walk out, apparently a woman, dressed in a white dress, her hair covering her face. Dan was expectant, fighting the urge to run to her and hug her. Zander brought her to the front of his and then she lifted her head, brushing her hair out of her face.It was her! It was Brooke. Dan ran to meet her and hugged her compulsively. Zander took a few steps to the side. Darius joined him, watching the emotional scene.“Brooke, it's me, Dan,” he told the girl when he stoppe

Mark and Doris also arrived early in the morning at Dansk's house and rang the doorbell. They had obtained his name from the copy of the sales receipt from the Gucci store, and his address from the system. When they first went looking for it with Roy and Norma they didn't find it there, so now they hoped to.“I hope he is home this time,” Doris said. “It's the second time we come.”The door opened and a tall man with dark glasses came out to meet them. He was still in his pajamas. Mark immediately noticed that his face and hands were very pale. "Why is he wearing dark glasses inside his house?" he thought.“Can I help you?” Dansk asked.“We are Detective Mark Forney and this is my partner Doris Ventura from the NYPD. Are you Wladimir Dansk?”“Yes, I am. May I know the reason for your visit?”“We just want to ask you a few questions, Mr. Dansk,” Mark said. “Can we c

Dan went down to what looked like a small room under the floor and found a dark and damp place. The dim light that came from outside allowed him to barely glimpse that the walls were also made of wood. He looked around a bit and in one of the walls he saw a kind of gap or hole. He came closer to examine it and barely a slight breeze reached him with a mixture of the essence of flowers and mold, surely from the ground, since he realized that the hole communicated with a kind of tunnel.“Are these damned also moles?” He wondered in a low voice.He sharpened his eyes to see better inside and to his surprise he did. He saw everything clearly, despite the darkness, and he thought it must be because of his new hybrid condition. He decided to check out that tunnel and see where it led to, because he was sure that perhaps it had an exit somewhere else due to the brief breeze that came from inside.At times he could see absolutely nothing and kept groping his

“Have you lost your mind or what?” Christopher asked upon hearing Dan's request.“Please, uncle. I need to find Brooke.”The two of them were sitting on the furniture in the living room, and upon hearing that, Christopher got up annoyed and walked to one of the windows next to the door, looking outside through the half-open curtains. He thought about how desperate his nephew could be that he was not thinking things through.“You're definitely not thinking clearly, Dan,” he told him without turning to look at him. “Somehow your judgment has been clouded.”“I am on the verge of despair, Uncle Christopher! I need to find her!”Christopher closed his eyes and heaved a short sigh of disappointment before turning and facing him.“You know, the other night when you and your father went to see Zander, I had this strange feeling that it would all end right there. I thought: my nephew w