"Cleaning up someone else's shit in some people's job."

Theresa had settled on the idea that Mr. Nosy didn't want a freebie, which was vaguely unsettling. She knew there were people who didn't go to pros for sex, but there was something kind of...off about this guy's eyes. What if he was a psycho or something?

Then again, she was already dead, so...

The vampire took a drink of her margarita, chewed some slivers of ice. "Your...boss? Whatever he is. He must like them young." And then she let her face change, just for the hell of it. "Or maybe a little cool."