Page 2 of Even Robots Die
It’s been three days of searching everywhere in Paris for that damn vampire. I don’t have time to spare.
“Well, hello to you too,” Angélique answers in a sarcastic tone.
I do like that girl most of the time, but right now? Not so much.
No, I’ve waited way too long already, and it’s been hard to juggle taking care of the girls and looking for dad all at the same time.
“Right, hello. I don’t care what’s up, I just need to know where Brice is,” I say in an even tone before glaring at the two people in the room.
“Not here, as you can see,” Elhyor says dryly. “He’s not really welcome in Notre Dame these days. He’s lucky I heal fast.”
So, the rumors were true.
Brice did try to attack Elhyor.
“Why is he even alive if he attacked you?” I ask without missing a beat.
“Because the bastard is a bat, and he managed to disappear on us,” Angélique answers.
“So you have no idea where he is?” I ask, disbelief in my voice.
“Oh no, that’s not what she meant,” Elhyor answers for his wife. “We do know where he is. He just can’t come back here anymore.”
“So where is he?” I ask, impatient.
It almost sounds like they’re toying with me. I just want to be done with this conversation already and be back home with the girls.
“Cassiopé is in contact with him, so we know he moved out of Paris,” Angélique says.
It’s still not the answer I need and I’m boiling inside because I just want to throw in their faces that I don’t have all day. But I’m trying tolook calm on the outside—I’m used to it, thanks to helping raise four sisters—but inside, I’m so far from it.
“Where?” I ask again.
I feel like a broken record. A very impatient and angry broken record.
“Blois,” someone says from behind me, and I turn in the direction of the voice.
It’s Cassiopé. Brice’s daughter.
“My dad is in Blois. But he isn’t in the right mind. I don’t know why you’re looking for him, but you should stop immediately.”
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Idon’t wait for them to tell me anything else. As soon as Cassiopé finishes her sentence, I’m out the door.
In just a few minutes, I’ve organized things for my sisters and booked a jet to Blois.
I don’t know what I’ll have to do to get my dad out, all I know is that I don’t plan to stay there for long. I still pack an overnight bag, just in case. Blois isn’t a big city, but it’s not like I can shift into something small and sneak around looking for dad. It might take some time to find him.
The jet costs me an arm and a leg, but if it can make things go faster and solve this problem in under a day, I’m willing to spend all the money I earned on my latest job.
I arrive in Blois a half hour later and the jet drops me right in front of the town house.
I paid for it to stay around for the entire day if necessary, but now what?
My dumbass rushed outside when I finally had the name of the city I needed to search. It only occurs to me now that maybe, just maybe, Cassiopé actually knows the exact house where her father is staying.
