Cyprian and his vampires grabbed a few bags before we left his office. "Give her the keys to your rental car, and she will return it," Cordelia said to Adrienne as she passed one of the human familiars.

"Papers are in the glove box," she said as she handed it over.

We walked across to the garage, loading up in his black Cadillac SUV. The gas-guzzling tank was fifteen years old, built before Federal standards took away the size and power from later versions. The bench seats gave us plenty of room to get comfortable. "How are we going to coordinate this," I asked them. "You need to make it...