Chapter Four: Sherwin WilliamsClayton replaced the phone's receiver back in its cradle and started to move slowly but deliberately. Hannek's preposterous description of this stranger didn't actually make him feel any urge to rush there; it sounded more like something the Beatles would write, while tripping on a strange substance, as a lyric for their Sergeant Pepper's album. However…
Hannek had also said the word that Harris had dreaded to hear during the entire afternoon: vampyir. Vampire, in short, if you cared to strip the word from its quaint medieval spelling.
Clay walked to his small studio and reopened the safe behind the fierce mask. He pulled both his cop's belt and g*n out from the box and donned them. There was another small item in the safe that he pulled out. He kept it ther
