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said. “I’m just trying to get some rest that’s all, nothing more.” He finished off his beer. “Yes, Megan’s in Chicago for a national newspaper conference.” Andrew told her. “The baby is doing fine.” Andrew opened another beer. “Yes, I’ll have Megan call you when she gets home,” Andrew promised his aunt. “I love you too,” Andrew answered before closing his phone. He didn’t want anymore interruptions, so Andrew powered off his cell phone. Andrew tossed his phone on one of the wicker chairs. He put the beer down and reclined back against the cushioned edge of the hot tub. Andrew inhaled and exhaled deeply as he let the soothing waters take over. Finally, there was peace and quiet.
    Andrew heard the doorbell announce the arrival of a visitor and his quiet time vanished completely. Andrew grudgingly rose out of the hot tub and grabbed his robe. According to the clock on the wall it was almost eight thirty. Who would be so bold as to disturb his quiet time? The office was locked up for the night and none of his clients knew his home address. So who could it be?
    Andrew left the four season room and walked through the foyer to the front door. He already felt chilled and drew his robe closed even tighter. Andrew opened the front door.
    He saw a woman with wispy blond hair dressed in a nurse’s uniform carrying a briefcase. He didn’t know her, but of course he did recognize the man with her. It was Father Michael, his parish priest. The old priest wore bifocals and had much less hair than Andrew remembered.
    “Andrew,” Father Michael smiled at him. They embraced briefly. Father Michael, in return, introduced the woman with him. “Andrew this is Nedra Collins.”
    “Nice to meet you,” Andrew said, shaking her hand.
    “Mister Knight?” Nedra blurted out, “I want to hire you to find my son.”
    “We need to explain,” Father Michael apologized. “Do you have a moment?”
    “Please come in,” Andrew said. “Go sit down in the family room while I go change.”
    Nedra and Father Michael went to the spacious and nicely decorated room as Andrew went upstairs to change. “So much for peace and quiet,” Andrew grumbled as he went into the bedroom. He quickly took off his wet trunks and robe and threw on a pair of jeans and sweat shirt. He slipped on a pair of leather slippers and went back downstairs.
    Andrew joined his guests in the family room. He sat down on the sofa. Nedra and Father Michael were already seated in the chairs in front of the fireplace.
    “So tell me all about it,” Andrew settled back.
    “Two weeks ago my son’s girlfriend and her family were attacked,” Nedra said.
    “That was the Higgins family in the news, right?” Andrew interjected.
    “Yes,” Father Michael answered.
    “What does that have to do with your son?”
    “My son was a member of the Ravenclaw coven,” Nedra explained. “The coven consists of five clans. There are, the Higgins, Drakes, Bristols, Hancocks, and Moores. The leader of the coven is a man called Vlad Ravenclaw. Wyatt was excommunicated because he violated the governing laws of the coven. My youngest son Chad is your average sixteen year old. His girlfriend Amber is from the Bristol’s family.”
    “Did you say coven?” Andrew interrupted. “Were they witches?”
    “No, vampires,” Nedra answered.
    “Did you say vampires?” Andrew was taken aback.
    “They perform blood rituals,” Father Michael explained. “They drink human blood from donors. The church has never condoned this type of behavior. Since the murders, the rest of the Ravenclaw coven has gone into hiding. Vlad Ravenclaw believes that the clan is the target of a secret society of vampire slayers.”
    “I’m sorry but would you like something to drink?” Andrew suddenly remembered his manners.
    “Some coffee would be nice,” they answered.
    “I’ll be right back,” Andrew excused himself and went to the kitchen.
    “You said he would help,” Nedra looked