Cleaning up the French Quarter began the following day. It wasn’t what I anticipated, but it was a necessity. The area was littered with bodies, more than I’d seen in a long time. We started in the alley off Carondelet Street with a corpse beneath a ratty blanket. Poor man was caught with his pants down. Was he in the middle of taking a leak, or did the vampiress fuck him, feed, and leave? My money was on the last one.
Ace stopped beside me. “Reports are coming in up and down Bourbon Street. Our newest rogue must be in the throes of bloodlust to do this much damage.”
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