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Brent stood over me, a gun pointed at his head.
He always was a melodramatic little shit.
Brent had no idea what to make of this, so he decided to try again. “That’s my car,” he said trying to keep his voice from shaking. “Could you get off it so I can leave?”
Finally, the guy actually responded. “But I’m hunting vampires.”
The waiter’s face twitched a little at that. I guess he figured he wouldn’t get much of a tip when we were ordering that cheap. But then he grinned again, that stupid obnoxious grin of his. “Is the no blood version okay?” he asked. I turned and looked at him. I didn’t say anything, just looked at him until he realized he had screwed up. “Fine, that’s cool,” he said. “Be right up.” And then he slunk away.
It escalated from there.
It was a little over three years ago when I first walked into the joint and my first impression was that late night Café Yoko’s only had two things going for it; half-naked goth chicks and outdoor scenery.
Antonio and Guido Sciacchitano. Those are their real names; I’ve seen their licenses. They were a pair of ‘bond officers’, a polite term for bounty hunters, who did the occasional bouncer gig because of the money it pays.