"No, Agent Bradford, I am going out of my way to share information."
He was quiet again. "Alright, Ms. Blake, you're right. Thank you for the name. We'll run it in the computers."
"This vampire has a history of harming preadolescent boys. He's a pedophile."
"Good lord, a vampire pedophile." He finally sounded genuinely interested in what I was saying. "And he has the Quinlan boy."
"Yeah," I said.
"I would really like to talk to this source of yours," he said.
"He's a little shy around the police."
"I could insist, Ms. Blake. We've got reports that a private jet flew in last night, and a coffin got unloaded. It's registered to a J. C. Corporation. They seem to own a lot of vampire-related, St. Louis-based businesses. Do you know anything about that, Ms. Blake?"
Lying to the FBI seemed like a bad idea, but I wasn't sure what they'd do with the truth. The Feds were investigating vampire crime, and suddenly a new vamp shows up in town. The least they would do was question him. The worst... well, there was the vampire in Mississippi that had been accidentally transferred to a cell with a window. The sun rose, and... French fried vampire. An ACLU lawyer had sued the cops' asses, and won, but that didn't bring the vamp back. Admittedly the dead vamp was one of the newly dead. Jean-Claude would have escaped fairly easily, but just escaping from the law by using vampire powers would get a warrant for his arrest. Sort of like what was happening to Magnus.
Besides, a vampire had killed a cop last night. The police might not be terribly careful with any vampire right now. The police are only human, after all.
"You still there, Blake?"
"I'm here."
"You didn't answer my question."
"Where was the coffin delivered?" I asked.
"It wasn't. It just disappeared."
"So what do you want from me?"
"There was some luggage that went with it. The luggage was picked up a little while ago by two young men. The description of one of them sounds a lot like Larry Kirkland."
"Is that so?"
"That's so."
We both sat on our ends of the phone waiting for someone to say something. "I could send some agents down to your hotel room."
"There are no coffins in my hotel room, Agent Bradford."
"You sure of that, Blake?"
"My hand to God."
"Do you know who runs this J. C. Corporation?"
"No." It was the truth. Until Bradford told me about it, I'd never heard of the J. C. Corporation. It would only have been an educated guess if I'd said Jean-Claude owned it. Okay, I was fooling myself, but so what?
"Do you know where the coffin was delivered?" he asked.
"Nope."
"Would you tell me if you knew?"
"If it would help find Jeff Quinlan, you bet."
"Alright, Blake, but no more helping. Stay the f**k out of this case. When we find the vampires we'll call you in, and you can do your job. You're a vampire hunter, not a cop. Try to remember that."