Blake, Abby - Vampires' Witness [PUP Squad Alpha 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Abby Blake Page B

the delicate necklace type but it didn’t take much silver to hold a new vamp down. It would require considerably more effort to restrain the older and more experienced vampires in their team, but it did however reinforce just how newly made these vampires really were.
    He pulled Skye closer, wanting to leave, but sensing her need to be here as her attackers confessed all—well, hopefully, confessed all. It would be a damn sight easier if they just gave up their “friend’s” details, but Samuel was beginning to suspect that the guy was also their sire. It was much harder for a vampire to betray his or her maker, and it most likely explained why these guys were so clueless. Despite their sire’s instinct to keep them around, he’d never taught them anything they needed to know.
    Samuel carefully hid his smile when he noticed that Thomas and Adam both wore rubber gloves as if the silver could hurt them. It was a little known fact that it was liquid mercury and not silver that could fatally harm werewolves—a fact werewolves were quite willing to go to extraordinary lengths to hide. Samuel couldn’t blame them. He would have happily hidden the truth about a vampire’s weaknesses, but these days it seemed nearly everybody who’d read a book, seen a movie, or watched a TV knew how to kill a vampire. Thankfully most thought their existence pure fiction.
    Alex moved closer to the younger-looking fledgling vampire and held the letter opener as if he planned to cut into the man’s face. The ex-drug addict looked terrified, proving that Alex had chosen the right target. The man they suspected had once been a human doctor just looked bored.
    “Look, man,” Thomas said in a faked sympathetic tone, “my partner here likes this part of the job. Me? Not so much, so maybe you can do me a favor and just tell us what we want to know before we get to the screaming part.”
    Samuel felt Skye tense up in his arms, but he squeezed her gently and tried to ease her concern with his touch. He’d seen Thomas and Alex do their good cop, bad cop routine so many times that he could practically predict how things would go from here on out.
    “Wh–What d–do y–y–you want to know?”
    “Where is the third vampire? The one who killed the red-haired woman?”
    The older man smirked, but the younger shook his head in panic. “We don’t know. When we woke up, he was just gone. We don’t know where he went.”
    “Was he your sire?”
    The younger man looked to the older for a moment before shrugging. Either he didn’t know who his sire was or he didn’t have a clue what the word meant. Samuel was leaning toward the latter.
    “Do you know what name he was using?” Thomas had softened his tone, perhaps realizing that the young man in front of them had suffered considerably as a human child and had fared no better as a vampire.
    “We just knew him as Ritchie. I don’t know if that was his first name or family name.” He glanced at his coaccused and seemed to shrink back from the man’s anger.
    The older man growled low in his throat, the sound more wolf than vampire. “You’re as stupid as your whore of a mother,” he said vehemently. “That’s why Ritchie didn’t fucking tell you anything. Fuck! I should have just let you die in that rat-infested alley.”

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    Benjamin ran a tired hand down his face. It took hours of patient, skilled interrogation but finally the story started to take shape. The older-looking vampire was indeed the missing doctor wanted for malpractice. Judging by additional information Wilson had been able to dig out of the closed police files, the man had been a cold-blooded killer long before he’d become a vampire. It was quite likely the reason “Ritchie” had turned him in the first place.
    The younger-looking man fit the description of the doctor’s biological son. It would seem that in a moment of uncharacteristic fatherly kindness the man had made his son into a vampire to save him