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k coming at me with
a hammer and stake. It was all I could do to get out of there
without getting two feet of wood shoved somewhere painful. If
the hotel manager hadn't seen us going at it and called the
cops..." Beau shook his head and sighed. "That psychiatrist
swore he'd be locked up for at least a couple of years, so I
didn't go after him later. Guess that was a mistake."
I rolled my eyes. It could only happen to me. First a
cowboy Dracula, now Dr. Van Helsing on steroids. Suddenly a
thought occurred to me, and I stared hard at him. "What got him
ticked off to begin with? No, don't tell me, let me guess. You
screwed his wife, right?"
Beau cut his eyes toward me. "Actually no."
"Oh." If I could have, I would have blushed.
"It was his sister. He noticed the bites and came hunting.
He's convinced he saved Yuko's from eternal damnation."
"Must be a Southern Baptist."
"I think so, yeah. Anyway, he thinks he's on a holy quest
to rid the world of a satanic scourge. Namely me. And you too,
once he figures out you're one of the 'accursed
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