Judith shook her head. "Never seen him before the other day- says his friends call him Jesus, and for good reason." As they walked, the hand she didn't have hooked through her father's arm reached down to give Vlad another affectionate rub.
"He'd been on his own for a year before showing up at the hotel, and it shows," she continued. "Flighty, but not broken. First thing he did when he met me was offer food he stole."