"Isn't that spying? Maybe Alexander's father was getting a haircut. Why would that be such a big deal?"
It wouldn't be if they weren't vampires,I wanted to say. "Nothing about them is usual"
Becky put the truck in park.
"Fine, I'll go myself. But leave the truck running in case I need a quick getaway."
"Wait," she said, hopping out of the truck. "I'd better keep my eye on you."
"Works every time," I mumbled.
The Emerson building was like any other upscale office center. The blue and white glass structure was box-shaped. A three-tiered fountain highlighted the center of the building, and itsMasonite floors sparkled as if they'd just been waxed.
Becky appeared to be intimidated by what she thought was a security guard ready to arrest all teen loiterers.
"It's an info desk," I said. "Chill out"
I made my way to the elevators and scanned the alphabetized list of tenants hanging on the wall.
"Now we have to see which one they went into,"
"I thought you just wanted to know what was in the building."
I ignored Becky's comment. "They visited at night, so that should eliminate some of these."
I dragged Becky into the male-only hair salon.
"We only do men's hair," theoverdyed red-haired receptionist said before I asked her a question.
"I know. Did a couple come in last night?"
"A male couple?"
"No, a man and a woman.They're fromRomania ."
"No."
"Well, thanks for your help," I said."One down, five hundred to go."
We opened the glass doors to a Younger You cosmetic surgery office.
"Do you remember seeing a couple here yesterday?" I asked the receptionist, who could have doubled as a nurse.
"Our client list is confidential"
" Iunderstand you can't tell me who visited your office, but you surely can tell me who didn't. So can you confirm that a man and woman fromRomaniadidn't visit this office yesterday?"
She rolled her eyes. "Yes."
"Yes, they did?"
"Yes, they didn't."
Becky was getting fed up. Not with the office workers - but with me.
"How about I wait here?" she asked, pointing to the fountain.
"Just stay with me. I won't appear to be such a crackpot you're by my side," I begged her.