The kids were at Mary Lou's and I was packing for my weekend trip when my cell rang.
"You're going on a trip," said the voice on the other end when I picked up.
I dropped my folded tank top in the suitcase. "How the devil did you know that?"
"I've been feeling it all day," said Allison. "A strong feeling that you were going away and that you needed me. I'm kinda psychic, you know. Not the full- blown type, but I think spending time with all of you vampires has sort of rubbed off on me."
I had met Allison on my last case, the girlfriend of another boxer. A murdered boxer. Allison and I had shared a...moment. A highly unusually moment.
Two moments, in fact, I thought.
She and I had connected, or bonded instantly. She had quickly seen through my façade, having dated a vampire herself.
And the next thing I knew, she was allowing me to drink from a wound in her hand. A wound that had quickly healed once I was done drinking.
My life is so weird.
We'd talked often since, although we had yet to meet again. She had quickly become like an old girlfriend to me. A sister.
A blood sister.
"Yes, I'm going on a trip," I said, now reaching for some jeans in my closet, cradling the phone against my shoulder and ear.
"See? I knew you were going on a trip.
I'm coming with you."
"No, you're not."
"Yes, I am, Sam. You need me."
"Need you how?"