Nodding, Teddy looked over the map again, his finger slowly moving from spot to spot, but finally, he stepped back. “There are several empty houses since the truck plant shut down, but all of them have neighbors.”

“Truck plant?” Basha asked with interest.

“That’s on the outskirts of town,” Elvi pointed out, moving closer to the map now. “The property is huge with a parking lot that spreads out from both sides of the building. One side was for workers to park, the other for the finished vehicles. They could park hundreds of vehicles in those parking lots. No one would hear screaming coming from there.”

“Yeah, but that place is a wreck,” Teddy said with a frown. “They don’t even bother with security to protect the building anymore. They’re planning on tearing it down soon.”

“Perfect,” Basha said succinctly. “Any other places like that in or around Port Henry?”

When the only answer she got were shaking heads, she straightened. “Well, I don’t like to put all my eggs in one basket, but I suggest we search the plant first. If we don’t find anything, we’ll have to go farther afield.”

“You shouldn’t have done that. You really pissed off Abby.”

Those were the first words Allie heard as she woke up. Blinking her eyes open, she ignored her pounding head and scowled at Stephen when she saw him standing just inside the door of her prison. Not bothering to respond to his words, she glanced around the room instead, getting the lay of the land. Something she hadn’t really had the chance to do earlier.

The room wasn’t very big, office-sized, maybe. And it was dark, the only light coming from the lantern Stephen was holding and the bit that was creeping through the open metal double doors. The floor was a concrete slab covered with so much dirt one could have been forgiven for thinking the floor itself was dirt.

Allie finally shifted her attention back to Stephen and said, “I’m glad Stella’s not alive to see what you’re up to.”

“I’m just trying to get my son back,” Stephen snapped.

“So that Abaddon can twist his poor little mind and turn him into a monster like he is?” she asked sharply. “He’s your son. Don’t you care about him at all?”

“Of course I care,” he said irritably. “That’s why I want him. We’re going to raise him together. We’ll be a family.”

“A family of rogues,” Allie said grimly. “Abaddon has told you that there are laws about biting mortals, hasn’t he? That you’re supposed to feed off bagged blood, and if you bite mortals you’re considered rogue and executed?”

Stephen looked away with a frown and muttered, “Abby’s smart. They won’t catch us.”

“Right,” Allie snorted.

They were both silent for a moment and then Stephen asked, “Why did she do it?”

Allie peered at him silently for a moment and then said, “You mean why did Stella kill herself?”

He nodded silently, unhappiness wreathing his face.