A few minutes later, I decided that I was going to be as honest as I could be with Elisa Dunham—I was going to tell her that I was looking for the Antichrist because he killed my family, and that I needed to find him. I was going to beg her if it came to it, just as long as we got out of this place. Too many vampires that could easily hear us and lock us down in that place. No, we needed privacy.
Elisa seemed to be alone, so when she finally turned around from the last stall and made for the door, I breathed a sigh of relief. She put her red scarf over her head and put her hands in her jacket pockets, and she moved soundlessly through the crowd and to the tunnel.
