““You’re right. I don’t have a right to ask.” But I sat there on the bar stool, staring at him, willing him to give me what I needed. Risk your life for me old buddy ol’ pal, I’d do the same for you. Riiight. “If you could swear you wouldn’t use the info to kill him, I could tell you,” Luther said. “It’d be a lie.” “You got a warrant to kill him?” he asked. “Not active, but I could get one.” “Would you wait for it?” “It’s illegal to kill a vampire without a court order of execution,” I said. He stared at me. “That ain’t the question. Would you jump the gun to make sure of the kill?” “Might.” He shook his head. “You gonna be up on charges one of these days, girl. Murder is a serious rap.” I shrugged. “Beats getting your throat torn out.” He””
