"I don't see you offering up any ideas," Vicky says pointedly.
Marco straightens. "You know what? Maybe I will. I thought this was dumb, but after hearing about hunters and witches I'm actually coming around to it."
"What?" you ask.
"Vampires," Marco says.
Vicky and Ed make almost identical expressions of confusion and disgust. "Vampires?" they say in unison.
"Yeah," Marco nods. "We're in a city, right? There's probably thousands of them. And they hate werewolves. If the stray lived here for more than five minutes they'll know where she hung out because they'll avoid it like the plague. All we have to do is find a fledgling, rough them up a bit, and there we have it. Easy. I smelt five on the wind last night. It'll take... what? Half an hour? No deal with witches. No staring down the barrel of a hunter's gun."
"You'll trust the word of a vampire?" Ed asks.
"The word of a very scared vampire that thinks it's about to be a werewolf chew toy?" Marco says with a shrug. "Yeah, I think I will."
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