I read his words and would have held my breath, except I was never sure when I held my breath these days. He went on:
There was something about her. Something...otherworldly. The way she stared at me. Her small, precise movements. Her faint accent. It wasn't long before I suspected what she was.
I waited, re-reading his words, thinking hard, puzzling through this. What did this mean? I didn't know yet.
It wasn't until later, after her second glass of wine, that I realized she had been reading my mind. Her intrusion wasn't obvious. Not like the way I know when you're in there. I mean, I can always feel when you're in my mind, Moon Dance. Touching down here and there.
He paused and I was truly feeling sick. Down the hallway, I heard Anthony snoring lightly. Music came from Tammy's room. The house was locked. I always kept it locked. What was Hanner up to? I didn't know, but I had that creepy-ass feeling of being watched. Of course, with me, it might be more than a feeling.
I stood and walked over to my main window and looked out into the cul-de-sac. No one was out there. At least, not that I could see. All the cars on the street I recognized. But with Hanner - the only other vampire that I knew personally - she could be anywhere. She could be sitting on my roof, for all I knew. I shivered.
Jesus, I thought.
I sat back down and Fang's next message appeared almost instantaneously: I think within a few minutes, she knew all my secrets. All of them.
I knew what Fang meant. The man had some killer secrets. Literally. The kind that would send him back to jail - or a mental institution - for the rest of his life.
I see, I wrote, mostly to let Fang know I was still here.
She showed me her badge and told me she knew who I was. She called me by my name...my real name. She next gave me her home address and told me to meet her there after work.
When was this?
Last night.
"Shit," I whispered.
What happened next, Fang?