Chapter Five: ProfilerHarris spoke with his vampire friend Williams until late. The clock was announcing to the world that it was four o'clock during the wee hours of the morning when Williams finally broke the long but pleasant conversation.
“I usually don't retire this early before sunrise, Clay, but I guess that it's better that you catch forty winks before dealing with that FBI profiler tomorrow—er—later today.”
Clayton Harris realized that Williams had a point; he was feeling a little bushed. Both went down to the Harris residence's basement, and found a nice darkened spot there between the washing machine and the drier.
“Are you sure that you'll be comfortable here, Sherv?” Clay asked worriedly.
“I'm missing my coffin back home, my friend. But as a Wandering Blood I've learned to
