From BLOOD ON THE BAYOU by David Burton
The only person she could trust, besides Harry, to free Justine and Simone was herself. Fully rested, she might be able to transport herself onto the ship. But she had no idea how many were aboard or where they might be. And if she found her partners, would she have the power to transport them off? Sure, she’d moved the three of them a hundred miles one time. It had been a last-ditch escape which had laid her up for two days. She suspected she’d need to save her strength for a real life and death situation, which seemed to happen on a regular basis.
With a deep sigh, Teresa concluded she was on her own. She packed her small backpack and small briefcase that Simone called her petite boite magique. She hesitated only a moment over the fact that her life consisted of two small pieces of luggage and an SUV shared with two vampires. She used the bathroom, picked up her bag, and sucked in a few deep breaths.
Her cell phone chirped. It was Harry, looking for Justine.
“Yes, I do know where she is, Harry. I’m leaving to rescue them now. Any suggestions on how to rescue hostages from a ship?”
“Call the SWAT Team.”
“I am the SWAT team.”
“Teresa, call Detective Roulard. I think he’s okay. He knows who you are.”
“But does he know what we are?”
“I don’t think he will be surprised to find out.”
Somebody knocked on the door.
“Un minuto, Harry. Someone at the door.”
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