The Bakeneko: A Lawson Vampire Short Story by Jon F. Merz – Part Five
The Bakeneko: A Lawson Vampire Short Story
By Jon F. Merz
Satoshima was an even smaller town about ten miles from where I was. If I could avoid it, I never usually stayed where I operated. That might raise suspicions of any of the people I was tasked with investigating and potentially eliminating. Better to lay low elsewhere and be able to do my work without much attention, if possible. Gaijin might be a regular sight in the big cities, but a white guy in a small Japanese town was going to draw attention anyway you cut it.
Given the late hour, I’d drive over in the morning and see if I could find out what had happened.
Niles’ file was scant on details, but that was nothing new. His job wasn’t to fully investigate but put me onto the case as soon as it became apparent that we might have an exposure problem. Usually, I developed the situation on the ground and fed him updated information. Or vice versa. Sometimes Niles would get more information from his team of Ferrets – vampire intelligence analysts who pored over new leads and threads to help the guys on the ground.
Two bodies. Blood loss. Supposedly a giant cat.
I frowned and switched off the computer. I’d gone hunting on far less, but even still, this was far from ideal.
Speaking of blood…I opened my bag and removed my shaving kit from inside. Under a false bottom, I eased up the lid and fished out one vial of fresh blood. Usually, I hate drinking it like this. I prefer to have it chilled. And even then, I don’t like drinking blood as a general rule. Unfortunately, I need it or else I eventually die.
A vampire who doesn’t like drinking blood. Go figure that one out. I’ll wait.
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