Vampire Hunter: Corey Crowgarden's guide to killing vampires for fun and profit.

Lesson 3 part 4

Hamilton is a few hours down the road and they had a chance to talk about some less serious stuff. How was mum, who was taking care of her, those kinds of questions. Crystal admitted she kind of missed living at home and would like to see her more. Carrie suggested their mother move in to the rebuilt house.
Crystal called the fire department and the insurance agent and the bank. When they asked about the delay she lied and said she was on vacation visiting her mother and sister and it seemed to be just fine.
There was some documents to sign and the fire department was doing their investigation but it looked like everything was proceeding the way you might expect. The police were holding the car at the impound yard and said they would hold it for a few days until she got back from her visit to her sick mother. Crystal tried to inquire about the people who stole the vehicle, but didn't get much in the way of answers. Apparently they hadn't yet appeared before the judge about bail. She asked to be informed when that happened and the police said they would let her know.
Bobby was more than a little concerned when he heard the fire department investigators were going out to the farm, what with dead bodies and tire tracks and all.
That was kind of the problem with fighting the undead, vampires, zombies and the like, no one believes you when they find a dead body with tire tracks running up it that the thing was already dead.
All they see are a bunch of dead bodies and a smoking gun and they tend to draw their own conclusions.
Corey's friend lived down on Barton st in Hamilton, right down town. It was just around the corner from the armouries and they parked in the old Hanrahan's, or Hamilton strip, or whatever they are calling it now strip bars parking lot.
Crystal gave him a call through some app and he agreed to meet them.
"Well, this should be interesting," Crystal said.
"Where are we going to meet?" Bobby asked.
Crystal laughed and pointed out the window.
"The strip bar??" Carrie asked.
Ctystal shrugged.
"Yes, this should be interesting," Bobby said, and Carrie gave him a playful slap.
"I'm kind of hungry," Bobby said. "Do we have any time to eat?"
"Lot's of time," she said.
They left the car in the lot and headed out towards James st. There were a lot of nice little shops and restaurants in the shadow of the old armouries. Carrie had a hard time not showing her distain for the old Hamilton neighbourhood, the old buildings of worn railings and red bricks that were chipped with time and neglect. When they found their way on to James the smell of fresh pizza wafting along to the noise of car engines and italian music made Carrie a little more accepting.
They stopped at a little pizza shop that had a few tables on the sidewalk in a makeshift patio. In a few weeks all the unlicenced patios like this would disappear, October cold and gloom doing what city council could not, but most likely didn't want to.
The slices smelled and tasted good to stomachs that had missed their lunch and couldn't remember breakfast.
"What are we going to ask this guy anyway?" Bobby asked , with a little bit of pizza sauce dangling from his chin.
"He's going to be very guarded," Crystal said as Carrie wiped the pizza from Bobby's chin.
"If he knows anything at all," Carrie said.
"At least the place hasn't been burned down... yet," Bobby said.
"I want to know where they went last," Carrie said.
"I think who ever the vampire is has a necromancer working for him..."
"Or is a necromancer himself," Crystal suggested. "I'm pretty sure it was Dad that brought the book and maybe the cadaver."
"That's part of the problem," Bobby said. "We don't know if it's just a cadaver. It could be a zombie... "
"Or a vampire!" Crystal said in horror.
"And we don't know what Tim was trying to do anyway," Bobby said.
"Hopefully this guy, What's his name?" Bobby asked.
"Harry," Crystal said. "At least that was the contact that Dad gave me.
"Do you think it's a fake name?" Bobby asked.
"For sure it is," Carrie said. "And you can bet there will be others hanging around that meeting to see what we've got to say."
"Well, it's about time to go meet our bowling pal."
They went from the relatively bright light of a fall afternoon to the sudden darkness and black light of the strip bar. It was still early in the day by strip club standards, (if that isn't too much of an oxymoron) and the place was very empty. There were a few young girls in glow in the dark bikini's sitting around the bar. A tall thin blond with five inch heels and tattoos running the length of her curvy legs was strutting around the stage in an approximation of dancing.
A waitress in a wrinkled white shirt came over and asked what we would like to drink.
"Do you serve coffee?" Crystal asked.
"Not usually," the waitress smirked, "but I can bring you some."
"Can you bring three?" Carrie asked.
Bobby was glancing at the girls at the bar, mostly in an attempt to not look at the tall blond shaking her ass at him on the stage.
A short, dark haired latino looking woman plopped down from the tall bar stool. Bobby saw her coming. He supposed that once upon a time she had been pretty but this was the kind of job that tended to grind all of that out of her. Her ample breasts were more pendulous than perky, and the controlled stagger that was her walk wobbled the cheeks of her ass.
"Hey baby," she said, pulling her hands on Bobby's shoulders and rubbing her tits into the back of his head, "want a dance?"
"Actually, we are waiting for a friend of ours... Harry? He suggested this place."
"I know Harry," she said, pressing her chest more into Bobby's head." He's in the back with Vivian," and she nodded to a place that had a sign saying 'VIP'.
"Maybe I can just go back there and see him?" Bobby suggested.
"Sorry honey, club rules are you can't go back there alone and only one per dancer, so your sisters will have to stay here and drink their tea." She smiled at Crystal and Carrie. "I can take you back there and you can talk to him."
He looked at his 'sisters' and shrugged. They nodded with an 'anything that get's us out of this place faster look'.
"Okay, I guess," he said and stood.
"What's your name, baby," she said taking his hand.
"Bobby," he said.
"I'm Lola," the woman said and gave his hand a squeeze.
They walked into the dark room and Bobby suddenly felt the cold steel of a pistol against the temple of his head.
Lola said, "This is Bobby."
"And you must be Harry," Bobby said to the darkness.