Vampire in Brooklyn Page #4

for your back, good to f*** on.

You gonna scratch your ass

f***ing on this.

A couple of things to know.

One, never sit on my coffin.

Two, l want to find the girl tonight!

Sounds good, yeah. ls there a three?

l don't like mirrors!

Got it.

Maybe l am going crazy.

What's happening to me?

Justice, it's not just the bodies

or the ear, l got a feeling.

You got a feeling about everything

and what do l say?

''Everything by the book.''

But if it ain't in the book,

going by the book won't solve it.

All l'm saying is

give something to intuition.

We've got a development

in that boat-people mess.

A couple of stiffs on Bates Street.

One guy was ripped to pieces.

- What about the other guy?

- He's in one piece

- except he's missing a heart.

- Two blocks from the docks.

- Very good.

- What about the ship's log?

The university couldn't make sense

of it so they sent it to this Dr...

Zeko.

Apparently, some sort of specialist.

- Zeko. What's the address?

- 315 South Rockaway.

That's a tough neighbourhood.

What kind of doctor is he?

l don't know,

maybe he's a heart specialist.

- Let's check it out.

- l didn't finish my coffee.

Take it with you. Go. Come on.

Captain, here's

the latest figures on the boat.

Zeko's, huh? Yeah, l got me the 41 1 .

l got the info and a Happy Meal.

Good!

Things were progressing well.

Rita's vision of herself

dead in my coffin

was a certain sign

she was destined to be my mate.

Even my ghoul was performing well

those duties only a ghoul can do

when the cursed sun drives a vampire

to the shelter of his coffin.

ln return, he would enjoy

all the perks of ghouldom,

maybe someday make vampire himself,

all with only minor side effects.

Sh*t! What...

What are you...

What are you doing sitting there?

- You got the dropsies, l think.

- Got no dropsies.

So, tell me, uh...tell me

what you think of these wheels.

l say lucky it's an automatic

cos you don't have enough hands

to shift and drive

at the same damn time.

- A wedding?

- A funeral.

- Very nice touch.

- l knew you'd like it.

l used to look like that in '62.

Same hair. Same clothes.

Stop harassing the man.

lf l was you,

l'd take a dick check quick.

lt's all there. lt's all there.

Thank God for small favours,

and l do mean small.

See that?

Young punk.

Max, why didn't you bite this b*tch

when you had the chance?

She has to give herself to me

voluntarily.

Hey, this is Brooklyn, baby.

Don't nobody give up sh*t unless you

got some cold cash or a hot slug.

ln this case, l know more about her

than she knows about herself.

One dance with me, one dance,

and she'll be mine.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Now you're talking, player.

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