Explain to me again why we’re here?” police officer Jonas Williams complained as a bitter wind plucked at his thick, salt-and-pepper hair. Flurries skirled down his neck. He shivered not just from the cold but the location and the company.
“We’re going to catch the Toaster!” Walter Cooksey insisted. The much smaller man was tucked into the windbreak his larger partner created for him. He, too, was hunched against the cold with a knitted Ravens hat covering his balding head.
“Why’s the Ghoul here?” Williams jerked his head in the direction of the Baltimore PD’s dedicated vampire hunter, Niles Gule.
The vampire hunter was hard to see in his black Victorian-style frock coat. Barely visible was his neatly shorn blonde head. Being a vampire, the cold didn’t bother him, although he did wear the coat and wool scarf for effect. No sense broadcasting he was a vampire if he could…
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