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Scarlett MacAleister

At 4 p.m. the fake surface of Scarlett’s bed slid open, powered by hydraulics, and revealed her steel sarcophagus, which rose up out of the faux bed and opened, dim lighting coming on around the room. Scarlett sat up in the metal box and looked around, yawning. The windows to the room were sealed with metal shutters, keeping out even the slightest ray of sunshine.

Naked, the shapely redhead stretched before slowly climbing out of her sarcophagus. She’d asked Snow to set a timer to awaken her early because she needed time to prepare before heading out of the evening. As she padded cautiously out into the main living room, she took comfort in the fact all of the shutter’s were sealed as instructed, making the apartment safe for her to be out during daylight.

Scarlett was a little surprised to see Snow had left her everything she needed but had opted not to be here himself when she awakened. He was still a little peeved after her latest rejection of his never-ending requests to be turned. As always, Scarlett knew in a few days he’d be over it.

A diva often threw a tantrum and in time they got over it.

She slipped a thin robe on over her ivory skin and fastened it before opening the cooler on the kitchen island and finding her blood bank withdrawal waiting for her. The vampire consumed the blood, enjoying every last drop before disposing of the bags. It was then time to turn her attention toward the research Snow had left her.

Scarlett flipped open her laptop and brought up the awaiting files Snow had collected for her since she’d put in the request last night. She had to admit it, the young man was resourceful. He had found files on the two subjects she’d asked him to look into.

Luke Reardon’s file contained enough to fill in the blanks. She knew more about him by the time she got done reading, but her had not let too many secrets slip out in his years. Not much more than his ownership of the boat and the tour business. If he’d been in any serious trouble or his if his affiliations with the werewolves had ever come up, it was no where to be found in this file.

Kitty, on the other hand, proved to be even more elusive. Snow had ways into vampire databases, despite her people’s best efforts to keep humans out. He had found nothing on the young woman, leading her to believe she was relatively new in the vampire world, she was very good at covering her tracks or, the Midnight Society had done an excellent job of making sure there was no information out there about her.

Scarlett didn’t know why…she was just curious about the girl. But it was not important right now, she needed to focus instead on the new cartel trying to come to Raconteur City. Snow had gathered real estate documents on the owner of the estate she’d followed the crew from the docks to the night before.
Turned out the estate was sold to a woman named Lola Vasquez about a month earlier. Paperwork indicated she was from Puerto Rico. Snow’s attempts to find out more about her ended up running into dead ends. It was his conclusion, and Scarlett’s, based on the evidence, that Lola was a cover and the real owner of the estate remained anonymous.??Interestingly enough, the vehicles the cartel crew had been driving in, their plates all came back to Lola Vasquez’s business – an import/export company in Puerto Rico.

Scarlett sighed. That was about as far as Snow had gotten. He would continue seeking information, he told her in an email, but he was exhausted and needed beauty sleep.

Scarlett closed the laptop and headed to the bathroom to take a shower before heading out on the town for the evening…

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