“Okay, okay! Don’t shoot!” he yelled as I pulled the hammer back on the Glock. “I was running down the street yelling about what you did, how you changed into different people and no one believed me, when suddenly this man grabbed me and pulled me into his limo. He asked about you and I told him about you morphing into different people. Then, he said he’d turn me into a vamp if I would help him find you.”

“Me?” I asked, my eyebrows pulling together in confusion. ...