Tara sat in the lobby of the Inn trying to make sense of all that had happened. Had she imagined the fangs on Tomlinson because of her discussions with Bronwyn? She didn't think so. She had been lucky to leave that shanty alive, she realized but now how was she supposed to gather information from the Boss and betray him? Odd as it sounded, she actually liked the Boss and wasn't loyal to him out of fear. Dilemma. If the Boss killed Tomlinson, he wouldn't be flying under the radar any more. Tomlinson was a public official. Tara wasn't even sure that Tomlinson could be stopped. How could she tell the Boss a vampire was his enemy? He would toss her in the River for being crazy.<br/><br/>Devin came in and dashed out the back. In moments he came back with a peanut butter sandwich for them both.<br/>"He's scary, ain't he?" he commented before he took a bite.<br/><br/>"Who?" Tara inquired coolly. She didn't want to drag a kid into this any further.<br/><br/>"Old Tommy. He's a scary bastard."<br/><br/>"Devin!"<br/><br/>"Well, idn't he? He got big old f*****g fangs and little pig eyes. He's scary. Admit it."<br/><br/>"He is, but how did you know?"<br/><br/>"Cuz, I followed you tonight."