Chapter 13
Two nights later Geoffrey arrived. He was quiet and sullen, which annoyed James more than his usual smugness. He shrugged at James as he walked into the wooden house.
“I assume you heard the news about your friend,” Geoffrey said.
James looked at Sarah’s reaction, but her face stayed set. She had seen the report about Hempel’s murder on the news earlier that evening. She hadn’t said anything about it, but James knew she was upset. He could see it in her eyes. He knew her so well.
“He wasn’t my friend,” James said. “Yes, I heard.” He looked again at Sarah, her chocolate-brown eyes watching him, waiting for answers.
“Was he killed by vampires, or was it a human with a sick sense of humor?” she asked.
“Neither answer is good,” Geoffrey said. “Both bring their own problems.”
