Chapter 25“What do you think they would say if we were stopped by the police now?”
“I am the police,” Caywood quipped, keeping his eyes focussed on the road ahead.
Anton Krieger gestured to the back seat of Caywood’s motor and the half dozen sharpened stakes. He had instructed the police officer how to fashion the pieces of wood into stakes; how to carve them into a point. Anton had done it many times. He’d thrust a stake into a body he’d lifted from a grave in Highgate cemetery. That was before he knew that vampires do not return to their coffins. That was solely for all those old Hammer Horror films he’d watched in the sixties and seventies. Before he realised that vampires are all around us, even in broad daylight.
Anton had also managed to procure some holy water, plus several cross
