0228: The Vampire's Daughter, Book Three

Walking into the living room, Sol found Francis sitting on the couch.

"I need the letter on the table in front of you delivered to New York. You will fly there and deliver it in person." Sol told Francis the address and who it was for.

"Sabastian is tall, thin and pale. He is almost always in an old style suit. You will only be able to find him at night.

"If you arrive during the day, there may be a young girl named Susan and an old Eastern European woman named Claudia at the house. You can trust them, but insist that you deliver the letter yourself. At night a woman named Mary may be at the address, do not trust her and do not give her the letter under any circumstance."

"Yes sir," Francis said.

"When you leave here, contact the firm and have them arrange transportation and accommodations.

"If there are any problems, call the firm. They will be able to provide any additional assistance that you may need."

"Yes sir."

"Go, it is important that this be delivered as soon as possible."

"Yes sir," Francis said, practically running to the door.

Sol shook his head and said to himself, "Of course I meant that figuratively."

After the door closed, Jamie popped in and asked, "Has the boy left?"

"Yes."

"Well then, we could celebrate your homecoming again."

"No. We can go buy me a new wardrobe. I can't wear the same clothing I've been wearing for almost a week any more."

"I'm OK with you going naked. It doesn't bother me a bit," Jamie responded.

"I'm sure. Get dressed so we can go shopping. And hurry so we can find someplace still open."

"What about you?" Jamie asked.

"I'll simply wear my dirty clothing again."

The two traveled about an hour to the nearest shopping mall. Sol and Jamie bickered over Sol's "boring" choices, but he stood firm in the face of opposition and bought what he wanted. After the shopping excursion, Jamie brought Sol to a local club.

"Jamie, glad to see you," the bouncer said, as they walked up to the entrance past a long line of people waiting to get in. "Right this way." The burly, bald man dressed in hot pink from shoes to shirt unhooked a robe that blocked the doorway.

Sol shook his head as the door was opened from the inside by yet another bouncer. He bowed, looked across the room and gestured to another bouncer. "John will escort you to your private room," he said as the bouncer named John walked over.

Sol and Jamie followed John, who was dressed in all red, to a small doorway that led into a caged stairwell. The trio ascended the staircase and then walked down a hall past scores of doors. The man in red opened the very last door and said, "Your room."

"Thank you," Jamie said, walking in and sitting down on a large red couch. The rest of the room was black, with draping covering the walls. Sol followed, but sat on the edge of the arm.

"Would you like anything?" John the bouncer asked.

"Your most expensive bottle of Champaign."

"Right away," he said closing the door.

"And what are you going to do with a bottle of Champaign?" Sol asked.

"Use it to lure some young nubile thing up to my private room, why?"

"Not while I'm with you."

"I figured as much, but it was worth a try." Jamie stood up and walked over to the wall opposite the couch, taking one end of the drapes and pulling them across to the other side. This revealed a window, in front of which people were dancing. "This is the best room in the house." Tapping the glass, Jamie continued, "It's the only room with a dance platform directly in front of it. Not to mention that this is a one-way mirror."

"Very nice," Sol said. "I assume spending lavishly on drinks you don't need helps you to maintain ownership of the room?"

"Yes," Jamie said, looking at a couple that happened to be undulating up against the mirror.

Sol noted the couple and asked, "Are they doing what I think they are doing?"

"I believe they are," Jamie answered, pointing to the fact that the woman's skirt was lifted up over her buttocks.

"Leave it to you to find the most hedonistic place in town," Sol said with a chuckle.

"Oh honey, this is nothing," Jamie shot back with a grin.



[The Vampire’s Daughter: An ongoing vampire story. Copyright Reuben Gregg Brewer, 2005, 2006. All rights reserved.]