“Since when is dudebro a word?” Niles Gule demanded.
The vampire and his team from the Baltimore PD night shift sat around Walter Cooksey’s kitchen table playing Scrabble©. Niles’ Mexican-American partner Mariella Cruz sat on his left, his nemesis Jonas Williams on his right. Martin Krewelski and Deshawn Jackson sat across from them while Cooksey fussed over the array of food he’d set on his counter. They were all drunk. Cooksey had invited the team to his tiny bungalow for beer, food and football on a bleak winter’s evening. They’d started with beer, then Cooksey broke into his stash of bourbon and things went south from there.
Niles hadn’t planned on attending the little bash. Cooksey wasn’t his favorite person. The police officer was convinced his colleague wasn’t tall, elegant and exquisitely groomed because he was a vampire. No, it was because Niles had to be gay. After two years…
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