I follow. Zack brings up the rear. Suddenly Kallistos pauses, passing a hand over his face. I fear Owen is saying something about the girls being harmed. “What is it?” I ask, my voice the barest of whispers. Kallistos turns to face me. His eyes meet mine. With the help of the night-vision goggles, I see his lips move. I hear him through my earpiece. “They are preparing for the tasting. Carafes of blood are being brought out. Ten of them. The mood in the room is becoming frenzied. The two brothers and the prince from Mexico want to drink straight from the source, from the girls.” A pause. Then, “Owen fears he might have to participate.” “Craig certainly would,” Zack says. “If Owen doesn’t, Lamont and his crew may get suspicious.” I sense Kallistos’ hesitation and I understand it. Owen is in recovery. He’s come so far. Encouraging Owen to drink straight from the source is like giving a heroin addict permission to shoot up just this once.
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