Unfortunately, we weren’t here to get a contact high from all the frenetic energy. We had to find a reporter, and according to his text, he was in the video games section.

Easy enough, except we had the equivalent of eight football fields filled with fans and exhibitors between us. We either had to out ourselves as vampires by flying over everyone, or push through people as slowly and politely as we could.

We chose the latter, although here, flying could be brushed off as a mildly entertaining gimmick. It took over thirty minutes to reach the video game area, then we had to search through the throngs of people there. Finally, toward the back wall, I saw a slim, sandy-haired man, the stubble on his face adding a rougher edge to his naturally boyish looks. Thank God he hadn’t disguised himself by wearing a costume; there was no way to track people by scent in this olfactory smorgasbord.

“Timmie!” I yelled.

My neighbor from my college days didn’t look up. After all, I was only one raised voice among thousands. A few more minutes of polite pushing later, and we reached him at last.

“Why the bloody hell didn’t you meet us outside?” were Bones’s first words.

Timmie flinched at his hard tone. Then he glanced at me and squared his shoulders, as if remembering that I’d never let Bones harm him.

“I’m on the clock here. Besides, I thought you’d like this. There’s a True Blood panel starting soon.”

“Really?” I blurted.

Bones’s raised brow had me reluctantly adding, “We’re not here for fun. We came to ask if you’d help us find someone.”

A grin tugged Timmie’s lips. “Not that I don’t enjoy seeing you, Cathy, but you could’ve texted me that.”

“We’re not putting any of this in writing,” I said a trifle grimly. “Or trusting it over the phone.”

“Ah, paranormal-related.” Timmie snapped a photo of someone walking by, then let his camera hang from the strap around his neck. “Is it safe to talk in public?”

“In this place? Yes. Anyone overhearing won’t believe a word,” Bones replied dismissively.

True, plus so far, I’d only seen humans here. Shame. The undead were missing a good time.

“If I help you find this person, am I allowed to report on any of it?” Timmie asked in a hopeful voice.

“Not just no, but hell no,” I said firmly.

He heaved a sigh. “You suck, Cathy.”

“You actually went there?” I asked, grinning.

Timmie grinned back. “Sorry. Sometimes I forget you’re . . . you know.”

“We need you to find a girl ’round ten years old,” Bones stated, getting down to business. “Start with rumors of a child with glowing green eyes, or bodies of people with snapped necks who were last seen with a little girl.”