“Well, there’s only way to find out. I can send a few of The Frog Boys down there for a bit of a blitzkrieg.”
Daria stood, poured herself a glass of brandy. Filled Otto’s glass.
“Mmm. A nice idea but that would probably spark an all-out war with Ton Ton Phillippe and we’re not full prepared yet. Are we?”
“No, no. Dr Jekyll will need a little more time, I’m sure. And The Monster or Frankenstein, or whatever he wants us to call him, is still not ready – he needs to rest. Do you have a solution?”
“Maybe. We can call the police?”
“Ha! A last resort. Let’s leave it a day or two and see if she turns up. Carmilla is as tough as nails, you know that,” said Otto.
“Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t fret. But you know that the Haitian has his… ways.”
“If the rumours are to be believed…”
