Chapter 6

“I appreciate it, sir, but honestly, I might fall asleep on my way up the stairs.”

He ignored my words, however, and entered the access code. Once the door was open, Pierre took me gently by the arm and led me upstairs.

I’d been here before, of course, but only to clean the place or when he needed to discuss something about the club. He led me down the corridor, then to the left and into a kitchen. There were no windows anywhere in the apartment.

He set me in a chair and took a bottle of Pepsi and a packet of blood out of the refrigerator

I furrowed my brow. “Why do you have Pepsi?”

“I hoped you’d agree to stop by, and I know you always drink the stuff at the bar while working.” He twisted the top off my bottle and handed it to me, then found a straw for himself.

“Thank you,” I said, and drank the bottle dry. Guess I was thirstier than I’d thought.