"I can't see no reason to put up a fight
I'm living for giving the devil his due" - Blue Oyster Cult
Mr. Harris was locked in his office with Joseph and CJ for about two hours. I sat awkwardly trying to figure out why they had dragged me with them. It took me about fifteen minutes to tell Mr. Harris what about happened. He nodded, called Mrs. Goldberg and left a message, and dismissed me to talk to CJ and Joseph.
I texted Sean asking if he'd come and get me. The answer was a resounding no. So I sat, elbows on my knees, staring into space. The receptionist, Ethel, seemed to be taking a nap at her desk. I was hoping she would like to play solitaire, too bad. Finally CJ emerged.
“We're waiting for Mrs. Goldberg to come in. We want you,” she pointed her finger at my nose. “To tell her what happened.”
I looked out the window of the office. It was about four and so the sun had already almost finished its descent in the sky. Winter was a good time to be a vampire. I turned back to CJ. She was chomping on an everything bagel. I don't even know where it came from. There was no food in Harris's office.
“We'll take you back to your car after that. I'm gonna go grab us some food, want to ride along?”
“I'm not really hungry.”
CJ dangled her keys in front of my face. “When I say ride along I mean I want you to go because I'm afraid of your ungodly northern winds. I'll even pay you.”
I didn't really like sitting around waiting, but I wasn't in the mood to run errands for a BSB field agent. CJ pocketed her keys and made a face that could curdle milk. “No kiddie taco for you then.” From the coat rack she grabbed her scarf, hat, and coat.
She shot me an angry glance and left. The receptionist, a million year old woman, raised an eyebrow. The cold blew in as she left. I shivered and just wanted to go home. Joseph came out of the office next, followed by Mr. Harris.
“I'm running to the grocery store, Samantha, want something?” I shook my head. “Ethel, would you like a sandwich?”
Ethel nodded, “Chicken salad, Mr. Harris.” I wondered if she had to blend her food. I'm pretty sure old Ethel only had one tooth in her head.
Mr. Harris grabbed her coat and left. Joseph sat on the bench beside me. I didn't really like the guy after he arrested me. More importantly I didn't like him because he moved into Angie Winter's house. I occasionally broke into his house.
I didn't count it as breaking the law because I still had a key to his house. I had been using the house before his dumb ass moved to Chicago. Angie let me use it first. But I went in when I knew he wasn't home. Jay came with me and we moved furniture inches to the right or rearranged the immense DVD collection Angie left. On one fateful night we switched his loaf of wheat bread with white bread. Rebels, I know.
I think he started to suspect after the bread incident. When he came to the bar he always shot me a knowing look. I didn't like him so close. He fiddled with his wallet.
“Ready to face Mrs. Goldberg?”
“I'm never ready to face a vampire.” I pulled down my sweater sleeve over my vampire bite scars. I knew I smelled rancid to vampires. Bridget and I drank her repellent every day. But after my adventure in the spring I was more afraid of those undead, blood chasers than I was before.
“She wanted a divorce from the guy, how could mad can she be?”
“Poor Mr. Goldberg,” I thought about the bloody blanket. What was going on under it? I shivered at the thought. “What happened?”
“Uh, best not to ask. We have an idea, but it's not one we're willing to say out loud.” There was a moment of silence. Outside the sun was gone. Joseph held out a piece of gum to me. “Spearmint?”
I shoved three pieces into my mouth. The only sound was Ethel's snoring. I expected Mr. Harris or CJ to be back first, but the next person to enter was a pale, brunette in ugg boots tucked into her jeans and a suede coat. Underneath the coat was a red sweater. I knew a vampire when I saw one. Ethel woke up long enough to have Mrs. Goldberg sign in.
Joseph stood up and extended his hand to her. I followed suit. “Mrs. Goldberg, my name is Joseph Cicero with the BSB,” he flashed his badge.
“I woke up tonight with the police at my condo. I understand Eric is gone. And you,” she looked at me. I backed up a few steps. “You're the one who found him?” I nodded. “Well then, I would like to hear from you first. Mr. Cicero, get out of my way. I'd like to talk to...”
“Samantha Dunmore,” I squeaked.
“Ethel, I'll be in Mr. Harris's office.” She took me by the shoulders and steered me into the office. I looked over at Joseph, pleading with my eyes to be saved.