Seeing the densely packed red dots on the map, even Abraham Whistler, the old vampire hunter, felt his scalp tingle. "Back in Los Angeles, when I worked with Blade, we cleared out their nests one by one.
"When we ran out of ammunition, we restocked and looked for the vampires' next nest. But you've unearthed every vampire in New York at once. How many are there?"
Henry pulled up a priority list of the judgment criteria. "These are only suspected vampires, selected according to these conditions. Before we take action, they'll still need final verification.
"Otherwise, we might end up like Blade, killing humans who shouldn't have been killed and getting arrested by the authorities to stand trial. After repeatedly refining the criteria, there are currently 930,000 suspected vampire targets within New York City alone."
As Whistler looked over the list of criteria, he said, "At this scale, ordinary vampire hunters won't be much use. Besides, people like the Winchester Brothers are closer to exorcists than mere vampire hunters.
"So what you need are helpers skilled with firearms, investigation, infiltration, and the like—assassins or killers. A professional vampire-hunting team like Abigail's, right?"
Shaking his head, Henry pointed at the map. "At this scale, even dedicated vampire killers won't be enough. I want to know whether you have a way to drag the police or military into this and make them act."
Whistler rubbed his head in exasperation. "Aren't you asking for too much? If I had that kind of ability, why would I have worked with Blade and spent every day looking for trouble with vampires? Wouldn't it be better to just leave these monsters to the police and military?"
...That was true. "Come to think of it, why did your daughter become a vampire hunter too? I thought you'd