Lots of room for the Shelby.
“So how do you want to do this?” Lula asked.
“Connie said there’s no phone or electric going into the house. Doesn’t look like Leonard has a cell phone either. That means we can’t call him to see if he’s in there. We could try talking to the neighbors, but I don’t want to turn this into a production.”
“Least we don’t have to worry about Ziggy sneaking away. It’s real sunny today. Ziggy’s not gonna want to go outside. And if he does go outside we’ll hear him screaming and see him smokin’.”
Lula and I got out of the car and walked up to the front door. I knocked once. No one answered. I put my ear to the door. Silence.
“I bet Leonard isn’t here, and Ziggy’s asleep in his forever box,” Lula whispered.
I should be so lucky.
I put my hand to the knob and turned. Not locked. I opened the door and stepped inside. I had cuffs tucked into the back of my jeans, my stun gun in my sweatshirt pocket, and pepper spray in my other pocket. I took a moment to let my eyes adjust to the dark interior. The house felt abandoned. The front room had been stripped of furniture.
Lula took a big sniff and raised the Super Soaker. “I smell vampire.”
I cut my eyes to Lula. “You’re a nut.”
“Well I smell
“Mold.”
“Yeah. I smell moldy vampire.”
We crept into the dining room and found the casket. The rest of the room was bare. The casket lid was up, and Ziggy was asleep inside, arms crossed over his chest like the living dead.
“Lord protect me,” Lula said. And before I realized what she was about to do, she gave Ziggy a blast with the Super Soaker.
Ziggy sat up and shook his head, spraying water. “What the Sam Hill?”
Lula gave him another shot, and Ziggy sprang out of the casket and latched on to her.
“He’s going for my neck,” she yelled. “Get him off. Get him off.”
Lula was slapping at Ziggy, and Ziggy was making sucking sounds in the vicinity of her neck. I grabbed Ziggy by the back of his shirt and yanked him off Lula.
“Stop sucking,” I said to Ziggy. “You’re not a vampire. Get over it.”
“It’s a curse,” Ziggy said. “I can’t help it.”
I clapped a cuff on one wrist and after some wrestling managed to get the second one secured.
“Here’s what we’re going to do,” I said to Ziggy. “We are going to walk out the front door like normal people, and we are going to get into my car.
“Is it sunny?” Ziggy asked. “It looks like it might be sunny.”
“Lordy, lordy,” Lula said. “I’m closin’ my eyes and I’m stoppin’ up my ears. Look how pale he is. You ever see anybody that white? He’s gonna fry up to nothing.”
“He didn’t get fried when he ran down the street two days ago,” I said.
“I was running fast,” Ziggy said. “I think I was running between the sunbeams.”
Lula bobbed her head. “I heard vampires were speedy like that.”
“Is Leonard living here, too?” I asked Ziggy.
“No. They made him get out. He’s living in a cardboard box in the Pine Barrens. I just figured it was a shame to let the house sit empty like this. And I didn’t count on you finding me again.”
I had Ziggy by the elbow, and I was herding him through the living room. I opened the front door and Ziggy gasped.
“I can’t go out there,” he said. “It’s certain death.”
“It’s death if you don’t,” I told him. “If you don’t get in the car, I’m going to bludgeon you with the Super Soaker.”
“God might not like that … being it’s filled with holy water,” Lula said.
I muscled Ziggy out the door, into the sunshine, and he started shrieking.
“Eeeeeeeee!”
“I knew it,” Lula said. “He’s smoking. He’s melting. I can’t look no more.”
Ziggy was running around in circles, hands cuffed behind his back, not knowing where to go. He lost his balance, toppled over, and lay there in the mangy front yard, unable to right himself.
“Eeeeeee! Eeeeee!.” He stopped to catch his breath, and he looked down at himself. “Hunh,” he said. “I’m still alive.”
“Maybe it was the holy water I squirted on him,” Lula said. “Maybe it gave him divine protection.”
I hoisted Ziggy to his feet. “News flash. He’s not a vampire. Never was. Never will be. End of story.”
