Harlow snorted. “Just grab your tray.” The man picked up his and walked away.
Shaking his head, Foxx grabbed his tray and followed, sitting down across from him when the human stopped at a table and sat.
Opening the plastic fork and knife on his tray, Foxx spread butter on top of each of his waffles before layering them again, while Harlow began to eat. Dumping first the chocolate sauce and then the syrup on top of his waffles, he cut in and took a bite. Foxx groaned at the chocolatey sticky sweetness in his mouth.
“Sugar on more sugar,” Harlow grumbled.
He glanced up and found the man not eyeing his food but him. The why was answered moments later when the human snapped, “Did you have to bring the brightest fucking sunsuit you had?”
This was, by far, not his brightest sunsuit, but he couldn’t deny that the bright grass-green color was pretty standout-ish.
“It’s not like I had a chance to pick one out. It’s what I had in my duffle,” Foxx huffed and took another bite, before pulling out his phone from the belly pocket of his sunsuit and unlocking it. “Got the email.”
Harlow rolled his eyes and took another mouthful of his disgusting oatmeal.Boring old man, Foxx thought snidely.
He opened the email and started reading as he took another bite. “Well, fuck…”
“Not good?”
“It seems a group of vampires decided to go into organized crime.”
“Drugs?” Harlow asked with a frown.
“And then some… Seems they decided they wanted to play mafia. The police were looking into them, and had plans to take them down when it was discovered that none of them were human. And with the multiple deaths of humans and paranormals alike, it got passed to us.”
“That’s a new one. Oklahoma seems a bit of a fucking random location to do it in though. Do we know how many?”
He scrolled, eyeing the many, many pictures attached, and the various crimes…snorting when he got to the information about how many.
“Like Tony said…they don’t know much. There are a lot of pictures here, but no names. They even guesstimated the number, saying anywhere from ten to fifty.”
“Gee…how fucking helpful.”
“There are…different locations though. Two factories, five warehouses, and one ‘empty’ office building.”
“No homes or anything?”
“Nope. The two hunters are believed to have died in the warehouse in Casing, which is why they are, I guess, sending us there first. Otherwise, the rest are scattered around the nearby counties. Think we will get lucky and they’ll still be there?”
“If they are smart, it's unlikely. But we’ll have to check it first, if only to retrieve the bodies. But the vampires themselves…” Harlow sighed. “It’s going to be a long motherfucking day. Because them being a whole ass criminal organization means, no matter what or who we find in the first location, we are going to have to check the others too, all while running on no sleep. Because until we find the bodies of the two hunters…we must assume they are alive.”
“Joy…”
As this was the time they’d normally be getting to sleep lately…it looked like he’d need to, at some point, chug down a few blood bags to stay awake. At least it was supposed to be warmer than the day before. Still cold for him, but sixty was better than forty, that was for sure.
Harlow tried to not look at Foxx as they moved through the alleyways in broad fucking daylight, heading towards the warehouse where Hanes had supposedly died, but…it was just so…
“For fuck’s sake, Foxx, did you have to pack that one?”
He eyed the monstrosity. The main color of the bear sunsuit was green, and was only one shade away from being fluorescent. With an equally bright pink flower on the left ear, there was a large belly pocket that was also pink with stitched in flowers.
Foxx huffed. “Well, I packed it when I thought we were going against humans! How the hell was I supposed to know we’d be going against a mob today?! Also… You know what, no! I am not explaining why it doesn’t matter again. Because I am not having this conversation again! This is like the third time already, Harlow. We are literally entering bickering old married couple territory, and while we may be old, we sure as hell aren’t bloody married.”
His brow rose at that… Old married couple territory? Pursing his lips, Harlow said, “Some things need to be said multiple times.”
“I refuse.”
He smirked. “Oh, come on, just do it.”
