“Hey!” I called out to the figure. He wore a long coat that whipped about in the cold wind. He looked like an ornament on the front of a pirate ship. Or maybe even Kate Winslet flying at the front of the Titanic—only not as perky. And certainly not as female.

“Go away.” His deep voice was sullen.

“Holy crap, this is high up, isn’t it?” I inched closer to where he stood on the beam. “Help me!”

“Help yourself. Can you not see I’m planning to kill myself here?” the man said, looking down at the dark water far below us.

“Help me first and then kill yourself,” I reasoned.

I was close enough to glimpse his face. He looked to be in his mid-thirties and was dressed from head to toe in black. If I actually had a moment to consider his looks in my current life-or-death situation, I’d say he was really hot. But he looked completely miserable. Whether he looked miserable because he wanted to kill himself or because he’d been interrupted, I wasn’t sure.

“A friend of yours?” White-teeth’s voice came from behind me, just on the other side of the veil of bars.

I braced myself and turned my head to look at him. “A good friend. And he’s going to kick your ass if you don’t leave me the hell alone.”

He gave me a very unfriendly smile. “That I’d like to see.”

From his perch, the stranger glanced at us without much interest. He seemed oblivious to the fact that we were hundreds of feet in the air. I saw his gaze move to my neck, and I touched it gingerly.

“Vampire hunters,” he said.

“Who wants to know?” White-teeth took a cigar from his leather jacket pocket and lit it. He must have felt he had all the time in the world.

I carefully inched even closer to the stranger. Even though he was suicidal and therefore probably just as crazy as anyone else I’d had the misfortune of meeting that evening, he was currently my best bet to get out of this in one piece.