"Sure. You got it. Whatever you say."
We stood like that for a long time, my hand clamped over his throat, his head pushed back into the wall.
"Can you set me down now?" he asked in a raspy voice.
"Down?" I said, confused, my voice still raspy in my throat.
"Yeah," he said, pointing. "Down."
I followed his finger and saw that his feet were dangling six inches above the floor. I gasped and dropped him as his head popped out of the wall.
"Sorry," I said sheepishly. "I was mad."
Kingsley rubbed his neck. "Remind me next time not to piss you off," he said, dusting off his shoulders and opening his office door. "Oh, and I'm sorry to inform you, Mrs. Moon, that you are very much a vampire."
Eyes glowing amber, he winked at me and left.
Sara and I spent the next three hours sorting through files and since Sara was a little on the grumpy side, I did what any rational person would do under similar circumstances. I ordered Chinese. When it arrived she perked up a little. Some people needed alcohol to loosen up, apparently Sara needed fried wontons.
We ate at her desk. Or, rather, I pretended to eat at her desk. We ate mostly in silence.
Interestingly, according to the pictures on Sara's desk, she seemed to know how to let loose just fine. There were pictures of her in a bikini on some tropical isle, of her hiking along a heavily forested mountain trail, of her viciously spiking a volleyball, of her dressed as a pirate in an office Halloween party, complete with massive gold hoops, eye patch and mustache. In the background was Kingsley dressed as a werewolf. I almost laughed.
"You played volleyball?" I asked.
"Yes, at Pepperdine. I tried out for the Olympics."
"What happened?"