Karen brought up the broken window and dented roof, telling the vampire that the car had been recently vandalized. “The bastards even urinated in the backseat,” she said. “I doused it with bleach. I wasn’t about to take any chances with disease, you know?”“Yes, and that’s too bad,” he said. “The youth of today are out of their minds.” She felt a growing knot in her stomach, tightening as she neared the house. If the vampire sensed her nervousness, she’d simply attest the anxiety to having never been responsible for bringing home a stranger before. She also thought about Morgan, concentrating her thoughts on him and all the encouragement he had given her. She prayed silently that his plan would work and that she hadn’t taken too long. If Morgan was dead…No, she could think like that. He was alive and waiting at home. Karen parked the car directly in front of the house. It was risky, should the Murphy people somehow come across it, but she couldn’t risk the chance of the vampire attacking her as they walked to the house.
