But I didn’t want Adam’s sabor to come across as a whimp in front of the day watcher. I disposed of the broken vial, then picked up the clothes, holding them as far from my body as I could and dumping them just outside the garage.
Frankly I’d have preferred to burn them in the firepit in the middle of the back lawn, but two things kept me from doing that. First, Raymond might need them to identify the vampyres who’d attacked us, and second…I didn’t have a firepit.
I stood stockstill. Why didn’tI have a firepit? When Adam came to visit, I could roast weiners and mickeys and make smores.
Okay, that went on the list for the next time I went to Lowe’s.
I retrieved the backpack, punched in the code to lower the garage door, and started across the lawn.
“I was just about to come after you.” Raymond stood before the day watcher, his hands on her shoulders. “Rina, what happened?”