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Back to Harry's House, Harry & Eric
Once Harry was breathing deep and even with a slowed heartbeat, Eric slipped out from under the covers. He dressed fast, patting down pants pockets until he found the charm Harry gave him and his cell phone. Once outside, he assembled his phone as he lifted into the air.
From Ludwig's, he found a shirt in the dirty clothes that looked like his. It was blood free and lipstick free, so hopefully the wolf won't become confused. His human found a plastic bag for him. Then, it was quick flight to Fangtasia II. The outside of the bar blended into the brick face of the buildings around. The neon sign had been hung while he slept. Eric rolled his eyes as he walked through the front door.
Becky met him at the door. As they walked, she gave him a run down on the construction of the day. Opening night date had not been altered. Eric thanked her and asked her to call Ludwig's assistant. He showered, changed clothes, and called Pam. Thankfully, Shreveport was quiet. He asked about Bon Temps, but Pam just clucked and hung up.
Eric smiled.
After thirty minutes of paperwork, Russell arrived. Eric called him into his office and explained the situation. Eric watched him very carefully. At times, Eric wondered who Russell's maker was. He was a small man, mousy, who wore glasses out of habit. He looked more like a CPA. He should wear a bow tie to complete the look. Considering he was Ludwig's second in command, Eric saw very little option other than asking him.
If he betrayed Ludwig to Cowl, this could backfire badly. Eric stared as he shared bits of information. Russell reacted as he should. Either he was the best liar in the world or he wasn't a betrayer. Eric gave him the address to the warehouse that had the sewer grate that Cowl last used. He said to meet him there.
As he walked out the door, Becky handed him a plastic bag with a foam container. Eric thanked her. She asked if it was standard protocol; if he didn't check in by the next dawn, make the appropriate calls. Eric nodded.
Back to Harry's. He shed his black leather coat and tossed it on the couch. He set his dinner down on the table. In the bedroom, he paused a moment to stare at the lump under the bed.
From Ludwig's, he found a shirt in the dirty clothes that looked like his. It was blood free and lipstick free, so hopefully the wolf won't become confused. His human found a plastic bag for him. Then, it was quick flight to Fangtasia II. The outside of the bar blended into the brick face of the buildings around. The neon sign had been hung while he slept. Eric rolled his eyes as he walked through the front door.
Becky met him at the door. As they walked, she gave him a run down on the construction of the day. Opening night date had not been altered. Eric thanked her and asked her to call Ludwig's assistant. He showered, changed clothes, and called Pam. Thankfully, Shreveport was quiet. He asked about Bon Temps, but Pam just clucked and hung up.
Eric smiled.
After thirty minutes of paperwork, Russell arrived. Eric called him into his office and explained the situation. Eric watched him very carefully. At times, Eric wondered who Russell's maker was. He was a small man, mousy, who wore glasses out of habit. He looked more like a CPA. He should wear a bow tie to complete the look. Considering he was Ludwig's second in command, Eric saw very little option other than asking him.
If he betrayed Ludwig to Cowl, this could backfire badly. Eric stared as he shared bits of information. Russell reacted as he should. Either he was the best liar in the world or he wasn't a betrayer. Eric gave him the address to the warehouse that had the sewer grate that Cowl last used. He said to meet him there.
As he walked out the door, Becky handed him a plastic bag with a foam container. Eric thanked her. She asked if it was standard protocol; if he didn't check in by the next dawn, make the appropriate calls. Eric nodded.
Back to Harry's. He shed his black leather coat and tossed it on the couch. He set his dinner down on the table. In the bedroom, he paused a moment to stare at the lump under the bed.