Free The Chaos Order (Fanghunters Book Three) by Leo Romero Page B

can we destroy Moroz for good.”
    “And there was me thinking it was gonna be easy.”
    “I’m afraid not, young man.”
    “Any idea where we can find this Magdalena?” asked Trixie.
    Vincent gave her a lamentable shake of his head. “Her location is a deep held secret; it could be anywhere from Mexico down to the Andes. What I do know is that the Temple of Snakes is wired with traps to stop any intruders.”
    “Traps?” Dom echoed with a gulp.
    Vincent gave him a slow, grave nod. “Traps.”
    “Sounds great.”
    “Indeed.”
    “So, how are we gonna get a lead on her?” Dom asked.
    Trixie nodded her head. “I got a guy,” she said, mimicking Miranda Wolff. “And he’ll be more than willing to help.”
    “You’re talking about Troy , aren’t you?”
    Trixie nodded.
    “God, I hate that guy.”
    “He’s not my cup of tea either, but he can help,” Vincent said. “And I know someone else who can be of assistance. I want you to get yourselves down to Mexico and find a man named Lionel Sanchez.”
    “Lionel Sanchez?” Dom echoed. “Another hunter?”
    “No. Archaeologist, Mesoamerican enthusiast. He stumbled across information on a lost temple that held a vampire. Intrigued by the notion, he set about discovering its whereabouts. This led him to uncover information regarding the Chaos Order. He knows more than I do; he will guide you. I’ve lost contact with him, but I know where to find him. He should get you on the right track. He usually has his hands full protecting his village against the cartels.”
    “We’re on our way,” said Trixie.
    “Woah, woah, woah, there. How are we gonna get dart guns and non-approved tranquilizers across the border?” Dom asked.
    “We’ll think of something,” Trixie retorted.
    Dom sighed. “Great. And what about you, Vincent?” he asked. “What’ll you be doing?”
    “I’ll hold fort here. See how things develop on this side of the fence. We’ve got enough security here to protect us.”
    “Alrighty,” said Dom. “Okay, let’s go and see Troy.”
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER TEN
     
     
    D om threw open the door of Miranda’s lockup and looked inside. The sunbed was exactly as they left it.
    A gasp shot out from inside it. “Hey! Is that you, Trixie?” Troy’s anxiety-laden voice shouted out.
    “Yeah, it’s us, Troy,” Dom replied in a casual tone.
    “Thank Christ! I thought you guys were gonna leave me here to die!”
    “We’re not that cruel,” Trixie said, stepping inside and closing the door behind them. Dom flicked on the light.
    “So, what happened?” Troy asked in an eager voice. “Did you go and get Vincent? I bet you guys did. Cut a deal with the Blood Order did’ya, huh? What did Leviah say? Is the pact back on? I knew you guys would resolve your differences. Can we go back to how we were before now, huh?”
    Trixie went and lifted the sunbed lid. Troy’s reddened face stared back at her; his eyes were wide with enthusiasm.
    “So, what happened?” Troy asked, keen to be updated. “Come on, tell me.”
    “Leviah’s dead,” Trixie said deadpan.
    Troy’s face contorted. “What?” He then smiled. “You’re shitting me, right?”
    Trixie let out a bored sigh. “No, Troy, I’m not. He’s dead. The Blood Order is gone.”
    Troy’s grin melted. “Oh man.”
    Dom came over with the key to Troy’s handcuffs. “Ooh, nice tan, bud,” he said, staring at his red face.
    “Eat me!” Troy retorted.
    Dom chuckled. “Roll over,” he then ordered.
    Troy did as he was told. “You two really killed Leviah?” he asked as he went.
    “Uh-huh,” Dom said, bending over and undoing the cuffs.
    “Man, you nutjobs are gonna get everyone killed.” Troy’s hands were released and he immediately rolled onto his back and began rubbing his sore wrists. “Man, that feels good.”
    “Just doing my job,” Dom said, holding out his hand.
    “That’s what the Nazis said,” Troy muttered as he took Dom’s hand. He