Daniel had barely scratched the surface of evil, eccentric things in the mortal world, but now he's got double to go after, if he feels like it. And maybe he will, eventually. A few projects to publish 'posthumously', finished by a fictitious research assistant. Until then, the investigation of who the fuck is trying to kill us is taking at least lazy first place. He's not doing a great job running anything down right now, just hanging out on the last few stops of the book tour.

But soon, he knows, he'll go a little crazy after sitting mentally still for too long, and he'll have to track down the origins of handcuffs made for vampire strength. Among other things. Maybe none of these undead weirdos will tolerate an interview like Louis had, maybe he'll never ask one a single question face to face. But he still has to find out.

"Venn diagram of weird is still pretty circular, I'd bet," he says. "I just have to find the right beat. And, I guess, something that won't drive me nuts. Looking into somebody who only takes meetings at noon, shit like that. But I'll get there. I thought I retired once already, and still flew to Dubai."

(Daniel's eyes would still have changed even if Louis had been the one to turn him. He has to know that.)