Michael sat down in one of the chairs in the sitting area and waved me over. He crossed one leg over the other. “What have you got there?” “Property maps,” I said. “From my father. I’d hoped they’d help us identify the vampire killer, but I’m not sure they’ll actually lead anywhere.” Ethan walked in just as Michael’s phone rang. Frowning, Michael excused himself from the room and began chatting with the caller.
I’m not sure why exactly but I’m a little suspicious of Michael now.
