“Why were you there?” I ask, still reeling. The parade is in full swing—brass instruments and hollers, interrupted by the occasional recording of eerie organ tunes. “Two nights ago, when you saved me? How did you realize I was in danger?” 75 He gives me a silent look, one that demands to know: If you’re not stupid, why are you acting like it? Then he kneels down to take care of the vampire’s body, bending his head like a soldier who’s being knighted.
