The next evening, Fallon packed a bag, then headed to the guard's office to put in for his vacation days. Noris was absent, replaced by a sour faced vampiress named Grace. She stamped his papers "approved" with a scathing look.
He dashed out and nearly ran into Fletcher.
"You're still here," the guard said cheerfully.
"You were right. She's already in Florida. They joined Warren's coven. Laura says they're nice but, if what I saw is anything to go by, they aren't."
Fletcher frowned. "What makes you say that?"
"I don't know. They just seemed unfriendly." He explained the scene he'd witnessed, then broke off. "Anyway, I'm headed to Pensacola. She said they're near the beach, so it shouldn't take more than a couple of days to find her."
"Good luck!" Fletcher called after him.