“So three different vamps,” I said.
“At the very least, maybe more.”
“What do you mean, maybe more?”
“I’ve got permission to share photos with you if you can get to a computer.”
“My phone is a computer. Can’t you just text me?”
“I could, but you’ll want a bigger screen to look at some of these.”
“Okay, I . . . I can get to a computer. I just need someone to help me log on, or something.”
“You have a secure email account, because I’ve sent you things to it before,” he said.
“I know, I know. I just don’t use the computers here much.”
“Where are you?”
“Circus of the Damned.”
“Tell Jean-Claude howdy for me?”
“Howdy? Even Ted doesn’t say Howdy.”
“I’m American, Anita. We’re all cowboys; didn’t you know that, darling?” he said in a drawl so thick it sounded like you should be able to do a Texas two-step on it.
“Yeah, like all the Irish are leprechauns and go around saying Top of the morning to you.”