Burke had walked the Quarter until his feet ached. If any of them are hunting tonight, I was in the wrong place at the wrong time to stop them.
He had sensed the presence of one vampire. Unfortunately, with the hordes of people taking advantage of the end of the work week to meet friends and hit up the various bars and restaurants in the Quarter, he hadn’t been able to locate the creature before it moved out of range.
“I need a drink,” he muttered, getting a laugh and a ‘There’s enough places here to do that’ from a couple walking past him.
After making a quick stop at his car to leave his gun, because they weren’t allowed in the bars and clubs, he headed to one of his favorite ones a block from Bourbon Street. He was about to enter when he felt a vampire close by. He turned slowly, try
