*Unknown, no electronic devices or ID on him, I’m running his prints through the databases we’ve cracked but it’s slow going.*

  “What is it?” Elena asked softly, her breathing still deep and even.

  “Someone on their way up, machine pistol, no electronics or ID.”

  “Hitman,” she said flatly, “I forgot to call in but Viktor has a tag on my cell, he knows I’m here.”

  “I thought you said camera, not machine pistol?”

  “I’ve been naughty, gotten a few of Viktor’s uh, non varsity customers, collared by the cops This may be his two birds with one stone plan.”

  “Guess that confirms it wasn’t Viktor who sent the vampire.”

  “Told you, the man’s a complete wuss when it comes to the supernatural, he’d no....” her phone rang with an odd deedle-deedle, she grabbed it and read the number, “That’s odd, its Conney, Constantine Chenyenko, a controller from DC.”

  She slipped the phone under the heavy fall of honey blonde hair, “Conney?”

  Elgin heard the rising and falling tones of a man’s voice but didn’t eavesdrop, *Where’s the hitman?*

  *Coming along the cross corridor, he’ll have a line of sight on this door about...now.*

  *The door buffered?*

  *Of course. Do you want a weapon, or are you going depend on the missus?*