"But now we know more. Whoever came for Shakala also came for you. They must have had the information on his blood group, and they must have had access to this place—probably even owned it for it to have been torched like this. I’m going to find out who did own it. And you’ve always got your lady reporter friend back in New York to ask about things that suck blood in the night." Suddenly, the Englishman’s face broke into a halfcrazy grin and he snapped his fingers in triumph.