Vampire Moon Online - Vampire for Hire 2 - J.R. Rain
Vampire for Hire #2
I was alone in my hotel room.
The thick curtains were tightly drawn, and I was watching Judge Judy publicly humiliate this loser slumlord when my cell phone vibrated. I absently rooted through a small mound of Kleenex’s on the nightstand until I found my cell. I glanced at the faceplate: unknown number. I briefly debated ignoring the call. After all, Judge Judy nearly had this jerk in tears—and I just love it when she reduces jerks to tears—but I figured this might be a job, and I needed the work. After all, this hotel room didn’t pay for itself.
I muted Judge Judy’s magnificent rant and flipped open the cell. “Moon Agency.”
“Is this the Moon Agency?” asked a male voice.
“Would be a hell of a coincidence otherwise.”
There was a long pause. On the other end of the line, I could hear the caller breathing deeply, probably through his open mouth. His voice had sounded nasally. If I had to guess, I would guess he had been crying.
“Are you, you know, a detective or something?”
“Or something,” I said. “How can I help you?”
He paused again. I sensed I was about to lose him, and I knew why. He had been expecting a man. Sadly, I was used to this sort of bias in this business. In reality, most women make better detectives. I waited.
“You any good?”
“Good enough to know you have been crying,” I said. I looked at the balled up tissues next to my night stand. “And if I had to guess, I would say there’s about a half dozen used Keenixes next to you.”
I heard a sound on his end. It was sort of a snort. “You’re good.”
“It’s why I get paid the big bucks. I have a list of references, if you want them.”
“Maybe,” he said. More wet breathing. I heard a rustling sound, wiping his nose, no doubt. “Look, I just need help. I don’t know who else to turn to.”
“What kind of help?”
“Better if we don’t talk about it over the phone.”
“Are you in Orange County?” I asked.
“I’ll meet you in an hour at The Block in Orange. The world’s third largest Starbucks is there.”
“Actually, I was using hyperbole. But it’s pretty damn big.”
He made another snorting sound over the phone and I could almost hear him grin. “Okay,” he said, “I’ll meet you at what may or may not be the world’s third largest Starbucks.”
Whoever he was, I liked him already. I told him to look for the dark-haired girl in the wide-brimmed sunhat.
“I like to look fashionable. My goal is to block out the sun for anyone standing within three feet of me.”
He laughed. I noticed his was a hollow laugh. Empty. There was a great sadness in him. And it had to do with someone he had lost. My sixth sense was getting stronger, true, but it didn’t take a psychic to figure this one out.
“Well, we all need goals,” he said. “I’ll look for the dark-haired girl in the wide-brimmed sunhat causing her own solar eclipse.”
This time I grinned. “Well, moons and eclipses do go hand-in-hand.”
He gave me his name, which was Stuart, and I verified his cell number should he fail to find the world’s third largest Starbucks and the giant sunhat shading half of Orange County.
Yes, more hyperbole.
We agreed on a time and hung up. I unmuted the TV just as Judge Judy finished publicly dismembering the slum lord. The verdict: he owed his ex-tenant her full deposit.
Yea, for the little people!
I didn’t want to get out of bed. In fact, I didn’t want to move. The afternoon wasn’t optimum time for me. By all rights I should have been sound asleep at this hour, but I had long ago gotten used to getting up at this hour and picking the kids up at school.
Except now I had been banned from picking the kids up at school.
The ban went into place two weeks ago. The monster in me was probably grateful to finally get to sleep in until sunset. But the mommy in me was heartbroken.
And the mommy in me won out in the end.
Prior to a few weeks ago, I used to have to set an alarm clock to wake up on time. An alarm clock turned to its loudest setting and placed as near to my ear as possible.
Now I woke up on my own, at 3:00 p.m., every day. Like clock work.
Up at 3:00 p.m. with no where to go.