Chapter 82

"Well, are we ready?" Dr. Ryan asked.

"Yes, doctor," I said, then asked in a low voice, "Are these walls soundproof from vampires?"

She nodded. "Why?"

"How much do you know about Lance?" I asked, feeling her out.

"Leila, don't worry about Lance Steel," she said with a smile. "He's a vampire, but he's a good man."

I nodded. "Did you know that he's the don of a vampire mafia?"

Amy laughed. "I knew that he's the leader of a vampire coven, yes, but you make it sound like he's a hardened criminal."

"Well, vampires are killers, aren't they?"

"Yes, but Lance doesn't strike me as someone who wants to kill, or else he wouldn't be meeting Drake to obtain so much blood for his coven." Dr. Ryan pulled up a rolling stool and sat down. "He's in here frequently to make 'donations' and Mr. Summerfield delivers the blood to his Casino." She thought for a moment then asked, "What brought all this on, anyway?"