He looked at the space he was considering for the still.
"Well, illegal enough to warrant a jail sentence rather than paying a fine."
Morgana had been worrying her lip the whole time he was talking. Was something about this conversation bothering her?
"Morgana, are you all right? You look concerned."
"I-I don't know if I should tell you this. I don't want to give you false hope. But I think I know the vampire you're talking about."
Flinch almost swallowed his tongue when he gasped, "You do?"
"I think so. He made Baltimore his temporary home back when I lived there. I got to know him through the goth scene. His name was Mikhail, and he was very old. So old, he didn't have a real last name. Then he said he was moving to New York to buy and run some museum. I never saw him after that." Flinch was hanging on her every word.
