Mordecai held up a hand. “Or,” he said, lowering his voice. “You just let her die, and you collect her gear in the morning.” “Why would I do that?” I asked. “Oh, I don’t know,” he replied. “Maybe because two different sponsors, who know more than you do, just spent a huge amount of money to protect you from vampirism. And just by coincidence, a vampire shows up and asks you to come help her the moment the sun sets. I know I’m not as valuable as I once was, but I can’t help but see a connection there, Carl.”
