“The Bat got to you, as well. Oh, my poor, lovely Marion.”
She wanted to scream. She wanted to throw everything on the floor and scream as loud as she could.
“What do you want?”she whispered, her voice hoarse from restraint.
Who are you really after, Mr.Bat, she wondered. Was Eddie your target and Marion was in the way? Or was Marion the one you really wanted to begin with, and you just had to dispose of Eddie?
And why? Why either of them? A lowly actor and a harmless makeup artist.
Sonya turned away from the unpleasant sight and tried once again to find another set of tracks in the powder on the floor. But there were none; only her own, Betty’s, Eddie’s and Marion’s.
“Did you fly in, Mr.Bat?”
Most certainly, he had. Perhaps he’d not bothered to take human form at all. But to feed while fluttering in the air, never touching down. While it could be done, it wasn’t very convenient.
Then again, why would a vampire bat care about convenience?
Chapter 10
Determined to get someanswers, Sonya went to Yolanda’s bungalow, knocked once then entered without waiting for a response. The girl seemed to have an uncanny way of knowing things and Sonya was certain she knew about this as well.
“We need to talk,” she called out, then stopped suddenly when she saw Yolanda in the kitchenette, crying. Still in her costume, her makeup streaked with tears, she was leaning back against the counter, a tissue to her eyes. She looked up at Sonya, stopped crying for a surprised moment, then resumed.
“Oh, honey,” Sonya said, immediately filled with the maternal need to console her. “Sit down. Come on, sit down. I’ll fix you some tea.”
Yolanda allowed Sonya to guide her to the bed in the living area and accepted the fresh tissue Sonya handed her.
“Stop crying, dear.Everything will be alright.” Sonya poured water into a small pot and set it on the single burner that sat on the counter.
“I just can’t believe it,” Yolanda said through heavy sobs. “I can’t believe he’s gone. Eddie. Oh, I know not many people liked him, but...Oh. It’s just so horrible.”
She rambled on and Sonya tried to keep her calm.
“I know. It’s such a shame.” The water came to a boil, and she poured it into a small cup and tossed in a teabag.
“You don’t understand,” Yolanda said.
