“We try another place,” Harlow huffed.
“And what if that doesn’t work?”
“We try something else,” the man ground out, as they reached the bar and shoved their way through the crowd of people to the front. There were some grumbles, but a glare from Harlow sent them on their way. Probably wouldn’t have worked with a vampire, but luckily it had just been humans.
Foxx hummed loudly. “Doesn’t seem like a very hopeful plan. Lots of waiting.”
Harlow looked down at him, his expression irritated. The man leaned closed and growled, “Foxx, stop being a brat.”
He gasped. “ME!? How am I being a brat?!”
The human shook his head. “You know what you are doing. Stop asking stupid questions. You are pissed off at me. It’s pretty clear. But we are on a job, and now is not the time for you to act out.”
Foxx pouted for a moment, his emotions raging again before he sighed. Fuck, the man was right. “Fine, I’ll be good. But later, I’m going to kick your ass.”
Harlow chuckled. “I look forward to it.” He sent him a wink that had his mind shifting right into the gutter.
After a few minutes of waiting, one of the bartenders finally came up to them. The guy was wearing a black shirt, black trousers, and had short purple spiky dyed hair, brown eyes, deep brown skin, and a shit ton of piercings. His nametag read,Austin. “What can I get you…two?” he asked, adding the last part on when he realized they had come together.
Harlow sent the vampire a shark-like smile. “Information.”
Austin’s smile faltered. “I’m afraid, I’m not too sure what you are talking about.”
Oh, a second chance to flash his badge! Foxx quickly pulled it out of the front pocket of his dungarees. Chest pockets were so handy.
Austin’s eyes widened.
“We have some pictures to show you. I want to know if you recognize any of them,” Harlow said.
“I’m…not sure I can talk to you. I’m not supposed to give out information about any of our customers.”
Foxx scoffed. “These ‘customers’ are murdering people.”
The bartender’s eyes widened, and he stepped back, as if they were the people killing others.
* * *
“We aren’tthe ones you should be afraid of.” Foxx sniffed.
Harlow’s brow rose at the words. He supposed Foxx wasn’t used to such reactions from his own kind. He, however, had seen this before. Most didn’t want to get involved and feared helping, thinking they’d somehow end up dead alongside the ones that were being hunted.
“The pictures are of humans,” Harlow said with a sigh.
The vampire relaxed some, but didn’t appear willing to open his mouth. But he wasn’t the only bartender. There were two others moving around him serving others, no doubt wondering why the fuck the man had stopped working.
“Will you look at the pictures or not? We don’t have all night, and we have shit to do,” Harlow growled.
When someone gripped his shoulder, Harlow grabbed on and spun, twisting the person's arm as he did. Staring into the pain-filled face of a vampire who was obviously security, he released his hold and snapped, “I’d suggest tapping next time.”
The man rubbed his arm and held his hands up in peace. “No harm meant. The owner would like to talk to you.”
“Good, as we have a few questions for them,” Harlow said sharply.
“More than a few,” Foxx added. “Like twenty or more.”
His shoulders sagged as the tense moment he had successfully created was lost under Foxx's brightly said words.
The other man smirked and looked to be trying not to laugh as he eyed Foxx. But he said nothing, and guided them through the club into the back. They passed a staff-only door, went down a hallway, and finally were directed into an office.
