Dead-tective (Book 1): Vampire Dead-tective by Flynn Mac

Author:Flynn, Mac [Flynn, Mac]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2014-04-07T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Park Place wasn't the expensive Monopoly real estate I was expecting. Instead it was a neighborhood slightly more upscale than slums, and with the same broken windows and broken down buildings I'd seen on my escape from the factories. You know, the lovely place where I'd almost been raped. Vincent stopped our land-speed record in front of a particularly dilapidated apartment building. He set me down and strode up the stoop, leaving me to follow after him.

The foyer was an artistic representation of wreck and ruin. The wood floor boards were broken and scattered everywhere, there were cobwebs in places I didn't know cobwebs could hang, and the rats looked like they'd formed a biker's gang to poop and pee on every inch of walk space. It was just lovely. "Um, not to be ungrateful or anything, but isn't there a-I don't know, a less diseased place to live?" I asked him.

He didn't reply as he strode up the flight of stairs that looked made of splinters rather than boards. I carefully hurried after him, afraid my foot would fall through a step and he'd abandon me to fend off the rats alone and unarmed. We climbed the Stairs of Doom until we hit the fifth floor out of seven. I didn't think this place was very luck as Vincent led me down the hall past broken and missing doors. He stopped at the single sturdy-looking door, opened it, and stepped inside the apartment. I peeked my head in.

It was a hell of a lot better than the rest of the apartment building, but that was like comparing a trailer park after and before a tornado went through. The floors were new vinyl that hadn't been cleaned since installation, the walls were painted to hide the water stains, and the filthy windows would have looked out on an alley if you could see out of them. Even in the middle of the day this place wouldn't get much sunlight. "Cozy," I quipped as I slipped inside.

The bare pieces of furniture consisted of a couch that saw better days a few decades ago, a long, rectangular box in front of it with cup stains on the lid, and a few broken wooden chairs. The kitchen on the right was bare of everything except cobwebs and the two rooms to the left were the bedroom and bath. The bath was the epitome of bachelor pad filth with stains of questionable age and origin, and the bedroom had a bed filled with dusty sheets.

Vincent strode across the room to the windows opposite the entrance and brushed aside what I guessed was a curtain instead of torn clothes. He piqued my curiosity when he glanced outside, and I sidled up next to him. "Any werewolves out there?" I half joked.

"We weren't followed," he assured me. He let down the rags-formerly-known-as-curtain and turned his attention to the box. He brushed past me and over to the stained box. "I will rest for the day. Don't leave the apartment.

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