“I was going to ask if you had given the signal to Vilhelm.”
“Signal?” Aahz blinked. “How’s this for a signal?!”
With that, he tore off his wig and threw it on the ground, followed closely by his dress.
“Think he’ll get the message? Besides, no way am I going to try to fight in that get-up.”
“Now you’re talkin’!” Guido crowed.
In a flash he had discarded his cloak and was pulling on his now-familiar trench coat.
“Where did that come from?” I demanded.
“Had it with me all the time,” the bodyguard said smugly. “It would have been like leaving an old friend behind.”
“Well, if you and your old friend are ready,” Tananda murmured, “we’d better get started.
“Itching for action?” Aahz grinned.
“No. More like eager to get off the street,” she said. “Since you boys have shown your true colors, we’re starting to draw a crowd.”
Sure enough, the vampires on the street had ceased whatever they had been doing before and were gathering in knots, whispering together and pointing at our group.
“Umm . . . we’d better finish this fast,” Aahz said, shooting a nervous glance around. “All right, gang.
Let’s go for the gusto!”
“Go for the what?” I asked, but they were already on their way into the building.
I noticed they were all moving faster than normal. I also noticed that Massha, Pepe, and I were the only ones left on the street. . . and now the crowd was pointing at us!
Chapter Eighteen:
“I didn’t come all this way to sit out the fight!”
-R. BALBOA
“WHAT’S going on?”
I looked around to find that one of the vampires had detached himself from his group of friends and was addressing me directly.