“Not easily. Sandra Colter was a victim of his. After death she, too,
became a vampire, sleeping by day and living only at night. The fire
destroyed her, but there’s no way to get into the vault under Futaine’s
house.”
“I wasn’t thinking of fire,” I said. “A knife——”
“Through the heart,” Hardy interrupted almost eagerly. “Yes—and
decapitation. I’ve thought of it myself, but I can do nothing. I—am his
slave, Mart.”