“I’d guess about five percent don’t,” said Rhiannon, making up the figure based on anecdotal data only. She thought about that sad vampire in the cemetery in Searchlight, how intrigued he was when she proposed – based on zero data, that time – that some demons might also have souls. “I don’t believe in absolutes.” She dropped her cigarette in the aluminum can. “Although I can say with assurance that the vampire I stupidly decided to nail did kill people, and he liked it.”

She poked her tongue in the corner of her mouth. Replayed the conversation in her head.

Turned to Holly, arm hooking on the back of her own seat.

“Wait, are you doing a vampire?”