Chapter One
Mexico City, DF, Mexico
“This has got to be the crummiest hotel I have ever seen, bar none,” grumbled Amy Windham.
She was unpacking her large suitcase, the bag resting on the swaybacked steel frame bed. Her friend, Cindy Lynnbrook, stood, her hands tied behind her back, at the single dirty window, staring out at the Mexico City smog and the airshaft that offered no view at all.
“Well,” said Cindy in a conciliatory tone. “What do you expect when you book at the last minute and use the Vampire Hag as a travel agent? I know she’s your long lost relative, but she doesn’t strike me as knowing anything about the travel business.”
“She’s traveled a lot.”
“Yeah. I’ll bet. To and from Transylvania once every hundred years. She also seems greedier than Silas Marner,” Cindy retort
