“It’s not easy being a vampire,” Ziggy said. “I have to avoid the sunlight, and I have to find blood to drink, and I can’t even wear normal dentures. I had to have these made special. And there are expectations. Like sleeping in a coffin. And I always have to be on guard for people who want to drive a stake through my heart.”
“That’s it,” Lula said. “A stake to the heart. I knew there was a way to kill you.”
Ziggy sucked in air.
“You already got the casket,” Lula said. “Nothing to worry about. It’s all good.”
“No way are you putting a stake in me,” Ziggy said. “I’m not ready. You come near me, and I’ll suck out all your body fluids.”
“Damn,” Lula said. “I got enough of the vampire cooties already. My teeth are growing, and I’m not happy about it. I had perfect teeth before you sucked on me.” She reached into her purse, grabbed her stun gun, and tagged Ziggy.
Ziggy crumpled into a heap on the floor.
“That was scary,” Lula said. “I like my body fluids. I wouldn’t look good without them.”
“I don’t know which of you is worse. He’s not a vampire, and he’s not going to drain any of your fluids. The best he could do is slip a diuretic into your coffee.”
“How am I worse?”
“You’re full of baloney. You haven’t got a silver bullet or a stake. You’re making threats you have no intention of carrying out.”
“Yeah, but we do that all the time.”
True. “We should cuff him and load him into the Jeep before he comes around.”
“What about the sunshine?”
“He’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure? And what about the screaming? I couldn’t take any more of that screaming. We need to cover him.”
I looked around. Nothing. No drop cloths, sheets, garbage bags.
“I know,” Lula said, grabbing his arms. “We’ll put him in his casket. Get his legs and help me heave ho.”
“Caskets are heavy. We’ll never be able to get it into the Jeep.”
“There’s a rolling casket carrying thing by the door. It’s what they use at funerals. It raises and lowers.”
“Okay, but if it doesn’t work you’re just going to have to deal with the screaming.”
“Deal,” Lula said, “but I’m not watching him shrivel up and turn into a cat turd. Soon as he starts to smoke I’m outta there.”
We dropped Ziggy into the casket, and I closed and locked the lid. I rolled the gurney over, we hefted the casket onto it, and we rolled the whole deal to the front of the garage.
“I’ll wait here,” Lula said. “You back the Jeep up to the door.”
I ran to the Jeep and collapsed the backseat so there was more room for the casket. I backed the SUV up to the door, Lula powered the door up, and we loaded the casket in.
“It don’t fit,” Lula said.
The rear end of the casket was hanging a couple feet over the bumper, but I didn’t care. I’d come this far. I was taking Ziggy in. I’d leave the cargo door open and drive slow.
I took Liberty to Broad and drove toward the center of the city. The car behind me was keeping his distance.
“Maybe you should have hung a red flag on Ziggy’s doom box,” Lula said.
“Maybe I should have blindfolded him, so he couldn’t tell it was day or night and chucked him into the backseat.”
I cruised through Hamilton and stopped for a light, focusing on the traffic ahead. I heard some scraping sounds and then a shriek. I turned and saw Ziggy jump out of the Jeep and run down a side street, waving his arms and screaming.
“What the hell?” Lula said. “I saw you lock the lid.”
“It must have had a release on the inside.”
I took a right and drove toward the screams. We had our windows down, listening, and the screams stopped.
“Uh oh,” Lula said. “Cat turd.”
“He probably went inside a building.”
“Sure,” Lula said. “That’s probably it. Do you want to get out and search for him?”
“No. Do you?”
“No.” She swiveled and looked behind her. “What are we gonna do with his casket?”
“I guess I’ll return it to the funeral home.”
“You notice how people are staring at us? It’s like they never seen a casket hanging out of a Jeep before.”
