Foxx sighed. “We are going to have to stop for supplies. We have everything we need to fight, since we just got off a case, but you are almost out of water, and we don’t have any food…”
“You have a sunsuit stashed in your duffle, right?”
“Yes.”
“And you have enough blood.”
The vampire frowned, confused. “I didn’t pack any blood.”
“I did.”
Foxx blinked. “You did?”
“Yes, so the rest we can just pick up at a gas station when we stop for gas and possibly breakfast. I can hold off.”
Harlow was slightly surprised the vampire hadn’t noticed the fridge he’d had installed in his Jeep a few weeks ago, but whatever. They had what they needed for now. While Harlow was feeling dehydrated, when wasn’t he? He’d survive.
“If—” Foxx cut off when Harlow’s phone started ringing, a normal, non-song ringtone.
“Fuck!” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone, tossing it to Foxx.
Foxx caught it and flipped it open, connecting the call and putting it on speaker.
“Harlow,” Tony’s voice came out…and it was…a tone he hadn’t heard in a long ass fucking time. Just this empty, almost hollow sounding flatness.
“Who was it?” he asked with a sigh.
“Hanes Jackson.”
His eyes widened at that. Hanes…? “Fucking, how?”
“We don’t know. That’s all his partner managed to say before the call cut. We are presuming that his partner, Kinley Clines, is dead as well. Based on what we heard, he likely died right after his call cut out.
“We don’t know what went wrong, but it’s an unregistered nest. We have pictures, but we know practically nothing else about them, besides the fucked up shit they did.”
“So, we are going in blind,” Foxx mused.
“Essentially. You’ll know more once the amended file has been sent. Just…” Tony hesitated, before saying, “Be careful.”
The line went dead, and Foxx slowly closed Harlow’s phone. “So, their ages are unknown, but they're obviously dangerous if they took out two hunters.”
Harlow sighed. “It’s worse than that. I’m not sure about Kinley, but I know Hanes. He’s been a hunter for as long as I have.”
“You knew him?”
“Yes… The man was…” He frowned, thinking over what he knew about the other human. “Back then…to say most hunters weren’t trustworthy would be an understatement. Even if I, by chance, had someone watching my back, most of the time I’d have one eye on the fuckers I was fighting, and one eye on them. And it was not because I was worried for their safety, that’s for sure.”
Foxx snorted. “Which explains you shooting that one guy in the back.”
Harlow chuckled. “Oh no, him being an asshole and pissing me off one too many times explains that. And while I could have gotten away without doing it, the thought of him being possibly ripped to shreds by werewolves was too entertaining to pass up.”
“Right…”
“But Hanes…was different. The man was actually a good…person?” He frowned. “I guess… Well, he was trustworthy at least. And fucking tank-like in his ability to kill you fuckers. So back then, if I had to be paired with someone, I didn’t mind it being him. Which is saying something, as most hunters back then, my own insanity aside, were and probably still are fucking nuts. Like a whole slew of mental fucking issues.”
Foxx hummed. “I, somehow, don’t find that surprising.”
To be honest, at least half of them had so much hatred for the creatures they were killing, they usually did something stupid as all hell that got them and everyone with them into deeper shit. Harlow was going to guess, the ones who were that way, who managed to survive, were no doubt now working for Maverick in his little unofficial pissed off bitch, baby hunter group.
