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the front door. It was a Wednesday evening and Coffins was about half empty. Maybe all the vampires were still asleep.
    The walnut paneling was empty of pictures or any references to the undead. Thank God. There were, however, three or four coffins arranged around the room. Coffee tables. Cute. And weird.
    Sometimes I was amazed at where my job took me. Three weeks ago, a twisted trail of clues had led me to Jamaica, where I had helped rescue a kidnapped child.
    Tonight, they led me to Dracula’s lair.
    I had never planned on being a private investigator. In fact, I was perfectly content working as an insurance claims investigator. As a claims investigator I had worked with a few private eyes. Admittedly, I had always been intrigued by P.I.’s. They were a small group of men and women who lived outside the norm, working for themselves, their own man, so to speak. The lone wolves of our day. Helping people, following people, finding people, catching people. The profession itself was as honorable as one wanted it to be, or as sleazy.
    Just like in life.
    After the death of my son, I re-evaluated my entire life. I came to two conclusions. The first was obvious: I had to give up drinking. The second wasn’t so obvious. After a lot of soul searching, I realized that although I couldn’t bring back my sweet baby boy, I could help bring back other children. Missing children.
    In insurance claims, I always had a knack for finding witnesses, for seeing through the lies, for massaging random information into meaningful clues.
    It was a gift, and I would use it to help find the missing.
    I could never bring back my baby boy, but I could bring back other baby boys. Baby boys and girls. And teens. And even adults. I found them all. One way or another, I brought them home. Doggedly, relentlessly, whatever it took.
    Veronica, in my mind was no different. A lot weirder, granted, but no different. She was missing, and I had been hired to find her, and goddammit, I was going to find her.
    I didn’t pick my cases. They picked me.
    I stepped over to the bar while a few sets of eyes followed me from the dark sofas scattered around the coffins. The bar top was also shaped like a very long coffin.
    When the bartender came over to me, I rested my hands on the coffin-lid bar top, and said, “I’m sorry, I seem to be lost. I’m looking for a place called Coffins?”
    “ Very funny, wise guy. What can I get you?”
    “ The smooth, sweeping neck of a fair maiden.”
    “ No fair maidens here, and the blood is in the back.”
    “ I hope to God you’re kidding,” I said.
    The tall bartender studied me, and then cracked a smile. “Of course.” he said. “What can I really get you?”
    “Tonic water and a guy named Roy.”
    He nodded and reached under the counter, rummaged around, and came up with a bottle of tonic water, opened it, and put it in front of me.
    “Here’s your water and what can I do for you?”
    “ You Roy?”
    “ Yup.”             
    Roy was younger than me, and a lot more handsome. He had dark brown eyes and dark brown eyebrows and dark brown hair. I sensed a pattern.
    “I’m looking for a girl,” I said.
    “ Ain’t we all.”
    “ Her name is Veronica.”
    Roy’s dark brown eyebrows narrowed so dramatically that they came to together to form one long dark brown unibrow. He looked around. I watched him as he looked around. We were alone at this end of the coffin-shaped counter.
    “What about her?” he asked.
    I showed him my P.I. license. He squinted at it.
    I said, “I’ve been hired by the old lady she lives with to find her.”
    “ Gladys,” he said.
    I nodded. “That would be her.”
    “Gladys worries too much.”
    “ Nothing wrong with that, when you’re dealing with a kid.”
    “ Veronica’s no kid.”
    “ Oh, yeah? How old is she?”
    “ No idea, but, trust me, she ain’t no kid.”
    “ Fine,” I said. “Kid or not, I’ve been hired to find her, and that’s exactly what