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Jack lugged Peter’s limp body up the thirteen flights to Tacita’s office where he set him in the high-backed computer chair. He stepped back and joined the others shoulder-to-shoulder to stare at Peter’s stiff self.
Tacita’s eyes flickered to Jack and he arched an eyebrow. “So your friend is a what? A vampire?”
Jack nodded without looking away from Peter. “Yeah.”
“And he knows the vice-president?”
Jack leaned forward and looked across Tacita at Nena. “Did the vice-president look a lot like Pete?”
She nodded. “Yeah. For a second I thought he was Pete.”
Jack stood straight and returned his gaze to Peter as he pursed his lips. “Then he knows the vice-president, and he knows he doesn’t like him.”
Nena arched an eyebrow. “Is he the one who turned Pete into a vampire?”
Jack
