"Damn!" Colin grumbled under his breath.  The pale man had blurted out to the inspector that the rest of them weren't human.  When you've got a copper sniffing around like a dog, the last thing you want to do is give him a bone.  Brock claimed not to care, but if he didn't why continue with the inquiry.<br/><br/>As for the runes the pale man was suddenly interested in, they looked to be Celtic and part of a protection spell.  Maybe the reason why so few noticed the existence of this bar in the middle of the city.  It also protected the inhabitants from violence.  That would probably mean that if any of the vampires he was seeking came here, he couldn't kill them.  Not here.  This was a safe haven for all magical beings.  He'd have to follow them when they left.  That still left the question of how Brock ended up here, unless he had some link to magic.<br/><br/>"Do they have rooms for rent upstairs, Chance?"  It was still dark, but Colin was always planning where to lay his head before the sun could come up.  And a magical sanctuary might be a good place to do that.