Daphne was now showering. Her dress and things were in the washing machine. Andrew had decided to let her get decent. Despite still smarting over the fact that she had led him to his death, once upon a time.

She came out, with only a towel around her. Seemingly unashamed. She placed a pillow on the couch and sat on it.

“Now, where to begin?” She said, fingers waving through her blonde hair.

“Since how long have you been helping Frederik?” Asked Andrew.

“About two months,” said Daphne. “We dated for three. He used to drink from me, the sex was outstanding, but, then, he grew tired of that.”

“Too much information, lady,” said Erin with a grin.

“I might as well say everything. He came from New Orleans. From old money. Walked in my bar like he owned it and had me wrapped around his finger before I knew it,” Andrew winced at that. It was obviously that it had been all just a game to the vampire. Daphne had liked his money, then, his fangs.

“I know what you think. The silly bind liked the sugar daddy. I’ll have you know I never let him pay for anything. He was my kept boy toy,” Andrew’s eyebrows rose.

“Have you ever referred to him in such a way to his face?” Asked Erin with a snicker.

“He loved it when I did. Fed from me each and every time. Such a shame, he is a bastard. But, he is a kinky bastard and…” Andrew snapped his fingers before Daphne’s face to get her to concentrate.

“He left you to die. Please don’t tell me you want to go back to him?” Andrew felt that it was his duty to talk some sense into Daphne. Sure, she had the loosest morals he had seen in a person. But, if she got back with Frederik. If she became his bait again. People were going to die.

“A girl can be appreciative of bastards,” she retorted with a smirk. Andrew decided she was a lost cause. That homeless man was probably the most decent bloke she had sex with in a while. And even he had done it with backwards thoughts.

“Mind out of the gutter, Daphne. Tell us about Frederik’s haunts,” said Erin. They needed to know where to send the creepy government officials to.

“Well, the bar. But I won’t be letting him back in. Vernon, my bouncer, will punch him through a wall. I already texted him,” Andrew nodded. That was a good start.

“And, other places?” Asked Andrew. Surely, Frederik had not cut off his only home.

“The sewers. He told me that he sometimes lived down there. And, I suppose hotels too,” Andrew nodded. Then, he turned to Erin.

“Can Alek find Frederik?” Erin nodded.

“He sniffed me up when I first moved into the sewers pretty quick. If someone comes into his domain, he will know. But, Alek has no phone,” Andrew sighed. They would need to go in potentially dangerous territory to smoke out Frederik.

“Daphne, can we borrow your bouncer?” Daphne shrugged.

“I can always have Greg, the day shift one, guard me. Do you boys mind if I stay at your place? Frederik doesn’t have an invitation for here, does he?” Andrew looked at Erin, confused.

“What is she talking about?” Erin smiled sheepishly.

“Well, my original plan when I ran was to squat somewhere. But, every time I tried to move into a place, I got burned. Vampires can’t go inside a property without an invitation,” clarified Erin, and Andrew got an aha moment.

“So, the only thing we need to do is to stay here? We can tip the government about Frederik, and he won’t be able to come to us?” Daphne shook her head.

“He will run and disappear. Then, when you least expect it, he will come and kill the both of you. He can use a gun and liked showing me knife throwing tricks,” Andrew gulped at that.

“So, we can’t search him out. If we corner him, then we will be stuck in the sewers with him and not the other way around. We need to be sneaky,” Daphne raised an eyebrow.

“You are good at stating the obvious, jail bait. But, how will you go about doing it?” Andrew racked his brain, and then he got an idea.

“We can give a signal for poisonous gasses in the sewers. Then, all the vampires that live there will have to get out as the mayor sends someone to investigate,” Daphne chuckled.

“Which will be for an hour. Then, the sewers will be in the clear for all those rats with fangs,” Andrew nodded.

“An hour is all we need. We can have all the exits watched. And, when Frederik gets out of one of them, we can see where he goes. Then, it is an anonymous tip to the police and bam! They will notice that he doesn’t have a heartbeat when they catch him, and he will be carted off to be dissected alive!”

Erin looked uncomfortable at Andrew’s plan. It was his greatest fear for himself. But, Frederik was a killer. He deserved it. So, Erin remained silent as Andrew ironed out the details with Daphne.

Tuesday, the day of the plan, everything was going smoothly. They gave the signal, or more like, Daphne did. Saying that there was a strange smell near her club, coming from the sewers.

Then, they checked the public cameras and zeroed in the sewers. But, then, things turned out of order. Frederik didn’t exit the sewers. He had never been inside.

As Daphne got the call that the smell was bad because, well, it was the sewers, and not gas, they stared at the cameras. They were just about to turn them off when Daphne’s club caught on fire.

She called the firefighters and got a call that yes, maybe there was a build up of gas down there in the sewers. But the three knew the truth. Frederik was onto them. And now, he was retaliating.