You Suck: A Love Story

somehow Flood and the redhead had gotten their share of the old vampire’s money. Maybe they had left town. If they had, well, good, but he still had a slew of unsolved murders.
    “You’re subletting from Thomas Flood?”
    “I never met him, actually,” said Steve. “We arranged it through the rental agent.”
    “Yeah, so step off, cop,” said the skinny girl.
    Rivera looked around the apartment. There was no need to tear the place apart. Obviously everything in here was new. Mostly decorated in Pier 1 Imports cheap wicker motif and some punky Urban Outfitter flair, which he guessed was the input of the creepy little girl.
    The bronze sculptures were out of character, though. A life-sized nude of a young woman, a large
    snapping turtle, and a life-sized bronze of a couple posed as if in Rodin’s The Kiss.
    “These must have been expensive,” Rivera said.
    “Not really. I know the artists,” the Chinese kid said. “Some biker guys down the street.”
    “Foo’s in biotech,” said the broken clown girl. “He makes like stupid money, cop.”
    “Yeah, that’s swell,” said Rivera. He’d watched this neighborhood turn from a rust slum of repair shops and the odd ethnic restaurant to a gentrified hive of hipster professionals in remodeled lofts during the dot-com boom, and it had never turned back. The whole neighborhood was full of kids who spent the equivalent of Rivera’s annual salary on a car they wouldn’t drive a dozen times a year. This kid apparently was just another one.
    “So you don’t know these people?” Rivera said, pointing to the warrant.
    Steven Wong shook his head. “Sorry, I’ve never met them. I send my rent directly to the rental agency.
    You might check with them.”
    “Okay then. Sorry to bother you.”
    “Okay then?” Cavuto said. “That’s it?”
    “They’re not here, Nick. These two don’t know where they are.”
    “But, that’s not enough.”
    “Yeah? You want to spend some time talking to Allison here, see what you can find out?” Rivera nodded toward the broken clown girl.
    Cavuto had tried to keep someone between himself and the skinny girl since they’d come upstairs, but now he looked at her full on and shuddered. “No, I guess that’s it.” He turned and lumbered down the steps.
    “You need to check your girlfriend’s ID,” Rivera said to Steve. “You may not be old enough for her.”
    Then he turned and left as well.
    C hill, Foo,” Abby said. “They’re gone. They won’t be back. Let’s go shopping.”
    “Abby, are you sure about this? It seems cruel.” He patted the life-sized sculpture of the couple embraced in a kiss.
    “I heard the Countess say once that it was like being in a dream. They just sort of float, all peaceful and dreamy. The main thing is they’re together.”
    “You’re sure?”
    “Theirs is the greatest love of all time. It would be wrong for them to be apart, Foo.”
    “Well, I think we should just change them back. Now that we know the process works.”
    “Someday.”
    “Now.”
    “The Countess doesn’t want that.”
    “It’s wrong.”
    “How can it be wrong? It’s my idea, and I am their dedicated minion and whatnot. I control the dark.”
    She ran and jumped into his arms.
    “I guess you do,” he said. “Okay, let’s go shopping for stuff for our most fly apartment.”
    W illiam arrived back at the loft just after dark, feeling very much rested and well fed from his hospital stay, but craving a sip or two of the good stuff, and terribly worried about Chet. He let himself into the stairway with his key, but when he rang the bell, no one answered, so he sat down to wait for the redhead and that guy to bring his bottle.
    He hadn’t been there ten minutes before he heard the meowing at the door, and his heart leapt as he opened the outer door to find Chet, his red sweater still intact, purring outside.
    “Come on, boy. I missed you, buddy.”
    William scooped up his kitty and carried him into the stairwell. As soon as the door closed, Chet, the huge shaved vampire cat, was upon him.
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