The whole scene seemed very snake-like, or funeral-like. Take your pick. The one thing the procession didn't resemble was anything I wanted to do before I died. Nope, going to an after premier party wasn't on my bucket list. Go figure. Most eighteen-year-old girls would give their firstborn for the opportunity. I, on the other hand, would have traded anything to get out of going. So far, I'd managed to keep the governor safe for the entire evening, not killed anyone, or gotten anyone else killed. It was a record for me since Thompson and I touched down at LAX. I wanted to keep it that way. Thompson stayed in line and gave Greer and me the rundown while he waited for his opportunity to dump his passengers at the front door of Wagner's mansion. Stay away from the windows, don't drink anything given to us (apparently it was chic for vampires to serve blood in goblets), and don't get dead (his words not mine). "Agent Thompson, since we didn't know we would be attending this party, how could anybody else?" Greer sounded smug from the back seat.
