I tap the keys on my keyboard, frustrated. A gusty exhale from me attracts Connor's attention as he walks past with a steaming cup of coffee. He stops and turns back, setting the plastic cup down on my desk.
"You look like you need that more than I do," he smiles slightly. I almost wish Connor couldn't do subtlety. I rub the dark circles under my eyes and push the coffee back towards him.
"I'm fine. I just don't know where to start with looking since we lost him." I bite my lower lip. After Mickey was killed, we were made to come back for a major rethink. "With Mickey dead and Aidan out of action, we can't keep sending you after him - it's suicidal. Get back here." That's all well and good, boss, but really, do you think giving him time to get used to surviving is a good idea? The next time we go after him, he'll be stronger, faster, better prepared.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. He's disappeared off the radar. I'm just hoping he'll do something stupid so we can find him again," he watches as Jon vacates his seat to get something from the printer and steals the guy's chair the moment he's out of sight. He places himself across the desk from me and leans in, resting his head on his hand.
"Personally, I'm hoping it won't come to that," I say coldly. He's proving himself more of a danger than we predicted, and if he does something stupid, it could end up in people being hurt when it could have been avoided.
"Well what are you hoping to find, Joey? Most vampires would have left some kind of sign by now, if they're on the move. Moving around takes energy, they get hungrier. There's been nothing that's pointed towards him in nearly a week." He frowns doubtfully and sits back, ignoring Jon glaring at him. I put my head on the desk, groaning.
"He's not like other vampires, Connor. Am I the only one that's noticed this?" I talk into the desk, closing my eyes - because let's face it, talking to Connor is exactly the same as talking to a desk.
"This isn't the first time this has happened. He's like... uhh..." he clicks his fingers, trying to remember the name of whoever he's about to talk about. I look up, brushing the post-it off my cheek.
"Lucy?" I ask. His thoughtful frown lifts and he nods.
"Yeah, her," I roll my eyes. You can't even remember your own colleague's name. I'm tempted to call him a bastard, but I'm trying to figure out where he's going with this. "Alex is just like Lucy. ‘Cause she got turned, too." I nod slowly, sitting up properly.
"Yeah, but... she didn't last. Mickey tracked her down no problem, and in half the time we've spent looking for Alex. As much as I hate to say it, Mickey should have been a fair match for Alex. But he wasn't." He frowns again, deciding he wants his coffee after all. I put my head back on the desk as he drinks and - hopefully - thinks. I look at the post-its stuck along the bottom of the monitor, at the names of the most recent suspicious deaths that attracted our attention. Nothing unusual, considering. Usually two or three deaths a month come our way as our clues of where vampires are. When a newborn is on the loose, the numbers rise, people go missing and their bodies are never found. It's covered up, for the most part.
But from Alex? Nothing. No rise in deaths or reports of missing people. I'm torn between frustration and relief. Frustration, I want to get this over with and get on with my life. Relief, no one more has died.
And there's a spark of curiosity. Connor can call this case similar to Lucy's all he wants, but I'm not buying it. There's something odd about Alex. His behaviour is all wrong. So much like... well, Alex. Smart and for the most part he seems to just be getting on with it.
It gets me wondering... are vampires as hollow as we believe them to be?