They reached their destination an hour before dawn. A tumbled down barn with a skeleton windmill was all that stood in the lonely field. There were no trees, and no vampires waiting to meet them.

Obrad cursed silently and dialed the office. "I specifically said to have the vampire who called meet us. Where are they?"

"I don't know, s-sir. We couldn't get ahold of them again."

"Couldn't get-" he broke off before he reeled out a tirade on their incompetence. "Fine. ...