It was obvious to him now that the distance was deliberate. While Peterson was paying for the lodgings and was constantly telling Hoss how important his “New World” viewpoint was, the old vampire clearly had no intention of letting him get mixed up in politics, whether or not he was a Council member. New World? Hoss thought. How is America new to anyone who isn’t centuries old? It’s ridiculous.He’d asked to check out the IT services at the hotel, and Peterson had looked at him as if he had no idea what Hoss was talking about. “Oh, computers!” he’d finally said. “I think we have a room for that somewhere around here.”After exploring the lower warrens of the skyscraper, Hoss found the little room on his own.He entered quietly, stood in the back and watched the vampires there. It felt so familiar to him, as if he’d finally come home. They were so engrossed in their work that they didn’t notice him at first. Finally, the tall, rawboned vampire who was walking from station to station supervising their efforts turned around.
