possible, is to find out who he is. Â If I had what he needed, heâd have to come to me again, wouldnât he?â
âI suppose he would, at that,â Windham said, nodding thoughtfully.  âIâm not going after this one, in any case.  Security is tight on that graveyard, and though there are always ways around it, most of them are too costly and difficult to make it worth my while.  Iâd have to cut someone else inâ¦â
He glanced at Donovan shrewdly.
âIt wonât be for sale when Iâm done,â Donovan growled.
It was Windham âs turn to laugh. Â âCanât blame me for thinking about it. Â Iâll keep checking, but last I heard, most of the collectorâs felt the same as I do. Â Itâs too risky. Â We figure heâll have to go out of state, maybe out of the country to get what he needs, and that could take a long time.â
âHe doesnât strike me as very patient,â Donovan said. Â âMy guess is that if he canât get someone else to collect this for him, heâll go himself. Â Heâs certainly got the skill. Â I donât suppose youâd just tell me who it is and save me the trouble?â
Windham drained his beer and stood.
âIâd love to help you,â he said, âbut the call that went out is anonymous. Â The instructions are clear, and payment is secured through a third party â one I wonât be naming â but I doubt even he knows the face of the buyer. Â I guess your new friend knows youâre coming.â
âIâd be disappointed if he thought otherwise,â Donovan said. Â He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, folded wad of bills. Â He peeled two off the end and held them between his thumb and forefinger.
âIf you hear anything more about this, I want to know. Â If someone else takes the challenge, even if they fail, or if your contacts happen to notice a particular order going through channels out of state, I want to know about it. Â Donât wait, send a messenger. Â If the information is good, Iâll double the usual fee.â
âI told you,â Windham said softly, slipping the bills from between Donovanâs fingers and sliding them into the pocket of his trench coat. Â âI donât deal in information.â
âStill,â Donovan flashed a smile that wasnât quite a smile, and Windham nodded.
Donovan watched as the thin man turned away and scuttled to the door. Â Â It spun and he was gone. Â No one looked up at his passing.
Donovan turned back to the bar and paid for the two drinks. Â He had what he needed, now it was time to put it to use before his window of opportunity â and Vanessaâs â closed.
He turned to the door, but before he could step away from the bar, it swung open. Â A pale figure in a dark sports coat, mirrored glasses that mocked the shadows, and dark hair stepped from the booth. Â He was followed in quick succession by four others, each so much like the last that they might have been pressed from the same mold.
Donovan spared them only a glance, and then headed for the door.
âDeChance?â the thin, dark man said. Â It was inflected like a question, but Donovan knew better.
Donovan glanced up and, as he drew nearer to the man whoâd spoken, he saw it was a vampire. Â More correctly, it was five of them. Â They all appeared to be in their early to mid twenties, but Donovan knew better than to make age assumptions in such a situation. Â He stopped and smiled as politely as he could manage while sizing them.
âIâm Donovan DeChance, yes,â he said at last. Â âYou are?â
âJust call me Vein,â the slender young vampire said. Â âThatâs what everyone calls me.â
âVain?â
âYou heard me.â Â The vampire stepped closer, but
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