“Ha! Serial killer? More like one of them so called vampires. Get a load of this, the latest victim was found in Westwall, identified as Roman Milford of Los Angeles. Tourist. Should have stayed home with mommy.”For Lethia & Andre
She was familiar with the case as she listened to her charge and his wife. The man wore gaudy rings and kept talking with a mouthful of steak, making more of a mess than what she’d seen her three year old niece make with spaghetti. Her hands rested behind her back, the firearm she kept underneath her loose blue shirt remained in reach. Arthur Peterman was a politician; he wasn’t very loved or friendly, but he was a charismatic man who wanted to run for mayor in the upcoming elections. To Jameson, he looked more like a pig in a suit. His beady black eyes didn’t emote well, a shifty smile always in place with large lips. Bald, he claimed that he’d once had a full head of hair before the love of the job had it all falling out. His campaign built upon lies, upon solidifying false hope that he would find a cure for those that had been plagued by zombisim. He was too stupid for his own good, she thought as she watched the large man gnaw on the bone that had been resting on his plate.
“A pig, eating everything in his path.”
A grim smirk played across rose colored lips as she could hear him smacking. Her skin crawled when he looked at her. Another day, another dollar. That was her mantra as she began to question why she was there once again, standing in his house. “What do ya think, girlie? Think it was one of those fanged lunatics running around?” Jameson considered telling the man that he should have been thankful that the “fanged lunatic” standing less than ten feet away from him had purchased a crypt where she could find restful sleep. Before, she would have ripped his head off simply for the way he licked his lips when he thought she wasn’t paying attention. Although, it would have defeated the point of protecting him from the pro zombie crowd that she didn’t quite understand. “No, I don’t. At least not this particular time.” She responded.
Vampires didn’t remove organs - at least, most of them didn’t. She’d heard rumors about it being a pimp, as the majority of the victims had been prostitutes and their clientele. In her ear, she could hear MacDonald telling her he was on his way up - she lifted her wrist where the microphone was located and said, “Got it” before turning to make her way towards the door. It was her turn to patrol the corridors, something that Jameson wouldn’t argue against. She was ready to get away from the pigman and his lecherous gaze. “Get this. We just ran into the daughter. I’m pretty sure she’s a lady of the night.” Another man, Colton, was laughing as she pulled the door shut behind her, the amusement ringing in her ears with every step of the way further.
“Shut up you two, and get to your post.” She instructed, Jameson’s annoyance slipping through as she sighed. It took Jameson only ten minutes to get to the far side of the property before the screaming started, loud and high.
