It was none of his business, but that never stopped him before.

Quinn watched from the shadows as two hunters moved stealthily through the dark parking lot of the roadside restaurant until they had their prey cornered. He wanted to ignore what he was seeing, turn away and head back to the car, but that wasn't going to happen.

He silently approached from behind.

"Need any help?" he asked.

The two hunters spun around to face him. One was large, with thick forearms and a scruff of beard that looked to be there more from laziness than fashion sense. The other was younger, thinner, with round glasses that magnified his eyes to twice their size. At first glance, a rather unlikely dynamic duo.

"Get lost," the large one said.

Quinn shrugged. "I can take a hint. No problem."

He turned.

Just walk away, he told himself.You've got more important things to deal with .

But then he glanced at the pair of vampires who'd been trapped in the Burger King parking lot near the garbage Dumpster—a male and female who could have been anywhere from twenty to two hundred years old, in his opinion. You just couldn't tell about that sort of thing.

"Please, help us," the female pleaded.

She was cute. Small and blond. Looked like a college student out on a date with her dark-haired,

wide-eyed boyfriend, who was attempting to shield her from the hunters with his own body. Almost couldn't see his fangs unless you were looking for them.

Quinn laughed. "Help a vampire? Why would I want to do a crazy thing like that?"

"Hey—" the younger hunter moved the wooden stake to his other hand. "I think I know you. Don't I?

You're Roger Quinn's kid, Michael. Yeah, we met a couple years ago. Toasted a nest of vamps up in St. Louis ."

Quinn tried to see the face behind those large glasses. He didn't look familiar. Then again, he'd drunk a lot when he was in St. Louis . Bad month and a half. Beer had helped. "Sure. Good to see you again."