"You should get out of this before they find me," I suggested helpfully.
"They've found you already. Which is why we're moving you now. When they come back you'll be someplace else, and there will be a welcoming committee for your friends. They're fast, but they can't outrun bullets. We saw that this morning. One of them' s going to be out of commission for a couple of weeks. If he survives."
"They'll find me again," I said, while I absorbed the implications of his words. Someone had been shot this morning. I'd heard nothing in my windowless prison, but I believed him, and for a few moments I felt sick with worry. And then I remembered that Rebecca had told me that she'd been shot twice, at close range, with a shotgun, and she had survived. It had hurt, but she had survived. I decided to be cautiously optimistic that the vampire who had been shot this morning would do the same.
Snake Eyes chuckled. "They might find you again, boyo, but now that we've found the trackers in your watch and phone, they might not."
"Hur hur," said his colleague from behind me, obviously enjoying the joke.
"And if they do find you, it might just be too late. The boss lady's got plans for you."
"Hur hur hur," said the other goon, obviously a man of few words. And fewer brain cells, I muttered to myself, not liking the direction that the conversation had taken. I wondered if these guys knew that I would become like the vampires they'd seen this morning, strong and fast and powerful. And vengeful. I considered pointing this out to them in the hopes that they might decide to let me go now, before I transformed into their own personal nemesis, but by that stage we'd already arrived at the car, which sat waiting with the engine running and Anne in the driver's seat. She watched me expressionlessly as they bundled me into the car again, taking up their original positions with Snake Eyes in the front passenger seat, and his troglodyte friend next to me. I sighed as the car pulled off, carrying me inevitably to my new destination.