Derek shrugged, sitting back against the vinyl. He watched her fiddle with her coffee. "I guess it depends. Do you have a morbid sense of curiosity?" Veronica had told him that some of her victims had been buried in pieces. He could imagine what the excavation would look like, unfortunately. He had been privy to her handiwork for months.
"Trust me, I get purgatory," the vampire informed her. If there was a moment to settle into seriousness, it was now.
"Listen. I can't imagine what it must have been like to throw yourself into a career only to get stonewalled by things that shouldn't even exist. I want to help." Derek pulled out the business card she had given him. Written on the blank back was a set of coordinates. He slid it across the table to her.
"I spent the majority of the night before this, thinking I would end up buried here with the rest of them."