Moses’s phone call earlier in the day had made our meeting seem urgent, but what could be worth the staring of little old ladies who refused to sit next to me? “What?” I finally asked. The old woman who had been staring at me rubbed her chin. “Are you the one? The one in the paper and all? Is that you?” I sighed. “Probably.” “The hair gives you away.” She edged closer to me. “My son told me that he saw a video of you on his computer.” “Oh, yeah?” Why on earth was she sidling up next to me all of a sudden? “He said you killed all of those vampires, and—” “It wasn’t just me.” “But you were out there, not like yer man on the telly, the one with the blue lipstick.” I smiled. “He’s an arsehole. Don’t mind him.” “He was on the news yesterday, saying we should give up our laws and the gardaí to let his people take care of us instead.” I sat up straight. “Are you serious?” “Do you not watch the news, love? He was going on about the new royal marriage and all that.
