Before he could she leaned over and bit into his neck.
30 MINUTES AGO.
Billy-Ray Sanguine had knocked on a simple dressed house neck to a block of apartments. The Apartments were the only building that had been smothered with graffiti, while the rest of the bungalows were picture perfect homes with dark curtains drawn to hide the secrets each neighbour kept from the ordinary streets.
He knocked again, and fixed his sunglasses onto the top of his nose to be sure they didn’t fall down.
A woman with wavy brown hair opened the door. Her denim jeans were ripped at the knees, but her floral blue top was stunning. “Can I help you?”
“Yeah, I think you might.” Sanguine smiled. “You Sandy Lite by any chance?”
The woman hesitated, but shook her head. “That crazy bat? Next door. In the apartments. She’s a freak to nature you know. Why would someone like you want anything like her?”
Smiling, Sanguine shoved his hands in his pockets. “She’s got an overdue library book I kinda need, so chick, which room is hers?”
The woman shrugged. “107? 106? I don’t know, I just live here.”
She hadn’t been far off the mark. Billy-Ray Sanguine found Sandy at 109, and sunk through the floor when he heard footsteps. When he heard the door open and shut again, he rose through the floor behind Sandy and put her in a head lock.
“Hey chick,” He greeted. “Mind helping me out?”