I was in a hotel, living on expenses and per-deim, being from out of town, the hotel filled up quickly, as the freeways were jammed with accidents all...over the place. After dropping my briefcase in my room, I went down to the lobby for some tea. It was a mad house, people trying to get a room, when none were to be had. I overheard the desk clerk say to the crowd, “there are not any rooms in any local hotels, sorry”. There were some people that were upset, as they would be most of the night. After lunch we went to his office across from Judiciary Square where I laid out Harrisburg from the beginning and ending with my little white lie.Why Curtis Warren? First he was a family friend and one of our many corporate attorneys. When something needed to go to court his law firm handled it for us. He was a former Federal Judge who was twice asked to accept a nomination to the Supreme Court.Prior to his retirement he was one of the three federal judges who developed and wrote the guidelines. ”“First thing tomorrow then!” I told him.“Now.” he corrected. “We need to check the system is working properly so I'll fuck you in both offices and we can check the quality. Also, when we find what you need we shall have all night to process it if you want.”It was a warm evening. I just slipped a dress on. James had to look respectable. Leaving his pants off wouldn't have made much difference to his availability anyway.We walked into the office. My phone pinged a moment later. That part was. Focus on that blood inside you. Pool it into your finger. Tell it to rebuild you.” Julias put his hand palm up on the counter. Beatrice stood beside the counter, and watched the Ventrue rebuild his own flesh. Kindred blood was nothing like kine blood; it was thick and viscous and moved like another limb. True to Julias’s words, the strange, dark red covered the deep hole burned into his finger, and rebuilt pale flesh onto his dead bones.“This is ... fucking ... hard.” The poor kid groaned all.