Dom had a beer. He figured he’d earned it, after everything, and took it out into the living room to mingle.
“It’s my favorite ace detective,” said a familiar voice. “Sherlock?”
“Elena,” said Dom, turning and spotting her. “Or should I say…Willy?”
“It’s Willy Wonka,” said Elena, decked out in purple and flourishes. Elena owned the chocolate shop in town. “You have to use the full thing.”
“But I’m just Sherlock.”
“Of course.” She sipped at her eyeball sangria. “You tour the haunted parts yet?”
As if on cue, a shriek ripped through the air from somewhere above, followed by laughter. Dom shook his head.
“I’m still working up the courage,” said a nearby woman, one of the vampires. She wore greenish makeup, so she wasn’t whoever Travis was after. The man with her looked reluctant to lose
