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Tawny Taylor Carpe Nocturne 2: Kiss Me, Kill Me - 8 ­
It made for plenty of shadows. The moon, mostly hidden behind an inky cloud,
produced only the faintest bluish glow, barely enough light for even a creature of the
night to see.
He made it to his building with no trouble. As he neared, he was relieved to see
there was no sign of visitors. No cars. No lingering glitter of magic. No sounds. Moving
slowly and carefully, not to make a sound, he rounded the side of the building. Still
nothing.
Could he have been wrong about Dvorak? Had he failed to get a clear view of
the license plate?
He could only be so lucky!
He slipped inside, and made his way up the stairs, his every sense alert to
anything that was out of the ordinary. Nothing, except the pathetic whimper of a
poodle.
Oh the gods, he’d forgotten about the dog.
He hated dogs, especially girly dogs like poodles. And this one had made it clear
it didn’t exactly have the greatest regard for him either. But dammit, he couldn’t leave
the thing there to starve. There were some things that even he knew were plain wrong.
He considered leaving her be until he was ready to leave but changed his mind.
It seemed, from its reaction, that it was sensitive to the scent of the Insurgi, the
Immortal. Therefore, if there were any Excoluni members nearby, the little thing might
go yipping and nipping after them. At least that would get them out in the open and
give him a fighting chance at getting out of the apartment with his money.
Sounds like a plan.
Walking soundlessly, each step taking far longer than he wished, he made it back
to the bedroom, flattened himself against the wall and opened the door.
The poodle, yipping at an eardrum-shattering volume and pitch, went straight to
the door.
At least it was trained well. And nothing had distracted the animal. It wasn’t
exactly a clear signal that the apartment was empty, but it eased his worries a bit.