The Vampire and the Case of Her Dastardly Death: An Urban Fantasy Adventure (The Portlock Paranormal Detective Series) by Heather G. Harris & Jilleen Dolbeare

Author:Heather G. Harris & Jilleen Dolbeare [Harris, Heather G. & Dolbeare, Jilleen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hellhound Press Limited
Published: 2023-10-12T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

I pulled out my ancient laptop, fired it up and started searching for ways to get the hell out of Dodge on the cheap. Before I got too far, Fluffy started to whine a little. He needed the toilet. ‘It’s still daylight, pal. Can you hold it?’ He whined louder.

‘Okay, okay, we’ll come up with another plan.’ I didn’t have a cat litter box, not that he’d fit onto one, so I’d need to do something else. ‘Come on,’ I called as I went into the bathroom. Fluffy followed obediently. I picked him up awkwardly and held him over the toilet.

‘Just go,’ I said firmly. Fluffy looked at me. ‘I know it’s weird, but what else are we going to do? You could do this all by yourself, you know, once you’re stronger. You’re big enough.’ I huffed. ‘Just pee already. I can’t hold you here forever.’

Fluffy obeyed, tinkling into my toilet, looking dismayed. ‘It’s not so bad,’ I said encouragingly. ‘It’s what I do. And just think, it could be worse – it could be a bidet to spray water up your junk.’

Fluffy looked flustered, as much as a dog trying not to look at me could. There was a tentative knock on my door, and we were both grateful for something else to do. Since I’d engaged the two deadbolts, I had to set Fluffy down to answer it.

It was still daylight, so I was expecting a delivery person or my mum – not the woman on the other side.

‘Isobel?’ I asked my former schoolmate, frowning in confusion. ‘What are you doing here?’ My excellent memory meant I never forgot a face and I remembered hers well; she’d sat next to me in science lessons.

‘You remember me!’ Isobel clapped her hands together in delight.

‘Of course I do. We were in school together for years and our parents are friends. Why wouldn’t I remember you?’

She shrugged. ‘I guess we moved in different circles. I didn’t think you would.’

I had no idea why she was in my doorstep. I scrambled around for something else to say. ‘You look great!’ I said. ‘The last time I saw you in that dress, it was at Eloise Winthrop-Smythe’s eighteenth birthday party.’

She blinked weirdly at me, her mouth dropping open a little. I thought back over what I’d said. Had I been bitchy? Some people were weird about re-wearing clothes. I hadn’t meant to be unkind, if she took it that way.

‘You remember what I wore to a party five years ago?’ she asked finally, dumbfounded.

‘I have a good memory,’ I said lamely. My weird memory always made people uncomfortable, so I often tried to hide it. People got jealous that I could see something once and remember it clearly. It helped at school; I was smart enough, but my prodigious memory saved my butt more than once after a night of bad choices rather than studying.

‘Wow, that’s so cool!’ She seemed impressed. ‘No wonder you got chosen.’

Had I been so self-involved that

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