He leaned on the railing, watching as the ship was unloaded. Aboard were things he needed, things which might get him killed. They would either find him or not; there was nothing else he could do.
“Have they found anything, sir?”
He glanced back. “Nothing yet.”
Van Helsing was out there somewhere. Waiting.
“Take the car and pick up the crate.”
“I’ll meet you at the house.”
As soon as the sound of the car faded, he moved. Van Helsing would never see him coming.