"The Rusty Steak Knife club? The place run by the Rikkers Clan?"

Billy Rikkers was de Lacy's number two Vampire enforcer in the city right before Nemsemet woke up. He used to be number one, but de Lacy caught hint of a coup brewing in the clan and had used a bottle of Parry's blood, walked halfway across the city with a dozen lycans, and bust in on the noontime negotiations of who would run what when Billy unseated the asshole-in-chief. Billy Rikkers had too many friends to allow de Lacy to knock him off directly. But his biological son and newly made vampire Sebastian Rikkers, had 0 friends of note outside the clan. So Billy had to watch while de Lacy dragged his boy kicking and screaming out the back door, burning up like beef brisket in the sun while de Lacy just stood there, fangs bared in a smile at his treacherous rival.

Parry hadn't been pleased with how his blood had facilitated the act, but he wasn't in a position to tell de Lacy what to do. It was part blackmail, part safety arrangement for himself. de Lacy got to keep going out during the day to smoke his rivals as they plotted against him, and Parry didn't have to put up with a literal and figurative witch-hunt of paranormals after his blood to make Elixers of Life, werewolf hallucinogens, or just enjoy a walk in the park during the daytime. Parael might have been a Celestial, but retiring to Earth made him just as mortal as Flint. One bullet to the head and he was out for the count.

So Parry surprised himself when he stood up in the middle of the group, dusted the soot off of his shirt and said "I suppose I'll jump on the grenade if none of you will. And unlike the rest of you, I have something that Billy Rikkers wants." His hand fished inside the Prada diaper bag until, within its infinite confines, he found the silver flasks that Tony had grabbed from the basement. "And I can play 'Let's Make a Deal' when my life is on the line as good as any wizard."