The park was eerie in the dark. The hulking jungle gym sat like a crouched monster waiting to spring, and the swing set's long shadows were tendrils of evil that snaked toward Patrick and Michael as they leaned on the teeter-totter.
The snow slowed, then stopped. Patrick scuffled his feet in the drifts and counted off the seconds. How long would it take a vampire to find them?
And why in the hell do we want him to?
Michael's shoulders went stiff and Patrick followed his gaze. At first, he saw only darkness, then, like last time, the guy materialized from the shadows.
"You're looking for me?"
Michael narrowed his eyes. "You're the mind reader, you tell me."
Without hesitation, the vampire asked sharply, "Why should I help you?"
Michael grabbed his brother's arm. "Come on, Pat. I to
