I rolled over and pushed myself up, every muscle screaming in protest. I managed to get myself back into Westham downtown where the streetlights were welcome and the roads were familiar. I knew nothing could get to me out here.
"What the hell happened to you?" Ruben asked when I walked into the office. He checked his watch. "You're early."
"Yeah I think I'm going to call it a night," I said. I dropped the ID of the one vampire I'd gotten on his desk. He raised his eyebrows.
"Before you say it," I said when I saw a complaint forming on his tongue. "You want to send me out there to do your dirty work you better bank on it that I'm going to take some time off to recover. Any other job has sick leave."
"And other jobs pay tax," he said.
"I'm going home. I'll call you," I answered and w
