The odor of burnt coffee mixed with the scent of mildew as Cassidy entered the RV. The mildew might’ve been coming from anywhere, but she spied the light on the coffee pot still on over by the sink and thought it odd that Vampires would ever need a kick of caffeine to get through the night, but she tried not to speculate on that. Maybe it had actually been in that position since the last human lost their life a few days ago. It would explain the stench.

Willamina sat in the middle of an old plaid sofa built into the wall of the RV. From the looks of it,...