Not exactly the interview I had hoped for. I take a seat at one of the lunch tables in front of the theater and watch as silent, sober-faced teens file into Frey's classroom. He meets them at the door, ignoring my presence, though he feels it. His thoughts flicker out once or twice as if testing my reaction to the scene.

I don't have one. Yet. All I have are more questions.

As many boys as girls form a crowd that soon spills out of the classroom and into the grassy quad right below my bench. For some reason, I figured his appeal would be strictly to girls. But the students gathering are a mix of jocks and nerds, model-pretty cheerleaders and mousy bookworms. They're all drawn to Frey, and through him, to each other. He's like a modern Pied Piper. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or bad.

As nine o'clock approaches, he shepherds the kids toward the auditorium where my mother and Chief Williams will address them. I follow as far as the office. I don't see the point in hearing another recitation of what I already know. I'll come back to question Frey again after I see Carolyn.

I duck into Mom's office to call David. He answers on the first ring.

"Any luck with the names I gave you this morning?" I ask.

I hear a rustle of paper. "Who should I start with first?"

"How about Daniel Frey?"

"An interesting character, that one," David replies. "He's forty-two years old, born in Boston, educated at Harvard. Came west about ten years ago after teaching at an inner-city school in Boston. Unblemished record. The decision to come to San Diego seems to have coincided with the death of an uncle in an automobile accident. He inherited a little money, bought a condo in Mission Valley, and has lived here ever since."

I give an impatient huff. "What's so interesting about that?"

"I contacted the records office at Harvard. There's a Daniel Frey listed as having attended all right. But they show him graduating in one of the school's first classes. That would be in the late, what? 1800s? Which makes him closer to two hundred than forty-two. What kind of shape is the old geezer in?"

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I detect the humor in David's voice, but somehow I can't bring myself to laugh. Neither can I explain to David that Frey may in fact be two hundred years old. I have no idea of the life expectancy of a shapeshifter. "So," I say instead, "must be a mistake."

"Don't school districts check that kind of thing?"

"They should. My hunch, though, is that he got his job here based on an exemplary record in Boston. Who knows how thoroughly the Boston school district checked his credentials when he applied there? Anything else? Any mysterious disappearances around the time he left?"

David's voice echoes with disappointment. "Nothing. And Frey doesn't have as much as a parking ticket on his record. Fact is , he has never applied for a driver's license. How the hell does he get around in Southern California without a driver's license?"

Good question. On all fours maybe? "I'll be able to answer that when I see you this evening," I reply. "I plan to follow him when he leaves school. What about Barbara Franco?"

What he tells me is pretty much a repetition of what Chief Williams told us this morning. "One interesting coincidence, though," he adds. "The Franco's moved from Boston about the same time as Daniel Frey. They lived in different parts of the city, though, and of course Barbara would have been too young to be one of his high school students."

"What about a sibling? Any brothers or sisters?"

"Nope. Barbara was an only child."

I start to thank David and sign off when he interrupts by asking quietly, "Don't you want to know what I found out about Carolyn Delaney?"

A muscle at the corner of my jaw twitches. I don't remember asking David run a check on Carolyn, and his tone is less than positive. I have to swallow hard to get the words out. "Sure. What?"

"She's not going to win any Mother of the Year awards." His voice is guarded. "In fact, she's been in trouble with the law several times. Five years ago she was caught shoplifting, and Social Services was called because she had Trish with her when she was stopped. She's been picked up for misdemeanor drug possession and a couple of DUI's. But so far, none of the charges have stuck."

He pauses as if waiting for a reaction. I don't have one, not yet, so I prompt, "Go on."

"This isn't the first time Trish has been reported missing. She's run away before. Twice in the last year. The authorities found her both times, and since she refused to say why she ran away and her mother took her back, there was only routine follow-up."

I let this information sink in. I'm getting that same feeling of uneasiness I had when Mom first told me Carolyn Delaney was trying to get in touch with me. "Any way you can follow up on that with Social Services?" I ask after a moment. "And on the Carolyn stuff, too?"

"Will do."

"And David, when Max and I walked in this morning, you said you'd had a call. Do we have a job?"

"Not to worry." His breezy tone makes me imagine he's sitting back in his desk chair, waving away my concern with a handful of paper. "Nothing I can't handle on my own."

"Which means what?"

"Which means just what I said. I can handle this one on my own."

I don't like the sound of that. "Who's the skip?"

"Nobody who will give me trouble."

"David, who's the skip?"

There's an exaggerated sigh from the other end of the line. "Jake Verdugo."

"Jake the Snake?" As I say it, I get a chill. Maybe the name is literal.

"He's a small-time hood. He's been spotted in Lakeside. I figured I'd run down there this afternoon and grab him."

"By yourself."

"Why not? You don't think I can handle the little shit? He's barely five feet tall."

"Take Max."

I can't believe I said that, but once it's out, it makes sense.

Obviously, though, not to David. There's a silence at the other end of the line so dense it's almost palpable.

"David? Are you there?"

No answer. He must really be pissed. I'd better talk fast.

"Listen. You know Jake's reputation. He may be small, but the .45 he carries isn't. You'll take him down. Just use Max for backup. Please. Or I'll come downtown right now and we'll go together. I can always follow Frey tomorrow. He isn't going anywhere."

"And what about your niece?" he snaps. "You going to risk losing a chance to find her just so you can baby-sit me on a job?"

He is pissed. I'll have to bring out the big guns. "Baby-sit you? After what happened a few months ago, I thought we decided we wouldn't take unnecessary chances. Call me crazy, but going alone after a guy who knows this is the third strike against him and has sworn not to be taken alive sounds like an unnecessary chance to me. If you don't agree to let Max go with you, I'm coming."

It's an unfair argument. David is awash in guilt about the night we were attacked by the man who turned me into a vampire. Of course, he doesn't know that I was turned. All he knows is that a white-collar criminal who shouldn't have given us any trouble knocked him out and assaulted me. It was during the attack that I bit the guy and ended up drinking his blood - vampire blood.

There's a protracted sigh. "How do you know Max will agree?"

"He'll agree. Give me five minutes to call him."

"Be sure he understands I'm only doing this for you, and that he's there strictly as backup. That's all. I can handle the rest."

I assure David that I will make Max understand his role in the operation and hang up. When I talk to Max, he immediately agrees to help. He doesn't question why he should or whine that David doesn't treat him well. He simply says he'll call David as soon as we hang up and that he'll see me tonight.

It's one of the reasons I like him so much.

Once that's done, I sit back in Mom's desk chair and digest the information about Frey, the Francos, and most disturbing of all, Trish and Carolyn. Carolyn left some salient points out of her story last night, like the drug bust and DUI's. She also neglected to say anything about Trish having run away twice before. She led us to believe Trish's drug problems came about because of the bad influence of some new friends. Maybe those new friends weren't the only ones responsible.

I grab a piece of paper from a pad on Mom's desk and scribble a hasty note. I don't tell her where I'm going, just that I'll be back before noon.

I think it's time Carolyn and I have a private chat.




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