We drove in silence. I had
nothing to say to him, but to the blonde.......the thoughts of tasting
her blood kept rushing through my head.
But business before pleasure. I had
to meet Jean-Claude first, get the formal introductions out of the ways.
We met once, briefly over a 100 years
ago. But we were both with someone and not important enough to give attention
to.
Once the limo stopped, Willie jumped
out of the front seat and flew to the back door and opened it for us. The
car was parked outside of bar and grill known as Burnt Offerings. To me,
it sounded like a place to throw a virgin in a volcano or into a burning
pit of hell. Why were we here?
"The Master will be meeting ya here
shortly," he explained.
I nodded yes, "Then I need you to do
two things for me. Drop my suitcases off at the hotel, I am sure that the
clerk wouldn't mind of keeping them in the back until I return. Second,
there is black leather suitcase with Indiana's name on the tag and the
black guitar case with a red bird painted in the corner, take those to
Indiana. Tell her that there is no bomb in the suitcase, just her some
extra clothes and some notes from the band. And Willie, I would advise
you to be very careful with her guitar inside, or else she will have your
ass for it."
He looked at me, wondering if I was
joking, but when I shook my head no, he swallowed hard.
I then turned my attention to that blonde,
"Come my dear, we shall have champagne as we wait."
