“So what was in that concoction Miss Reba made for Mr. Davis?” I asked.
“She said it was honey, pepper, licorice, ginger, a couple of other ingredients I don’t remember. She made me hang an onion over his bed, too.”
The thought made me laugh. “And he allowed that?”
“Well, let’s just say it took a bit of doing. He told me he wadn’t scared of no goddamn vampire. I guess he was thinking about garlic.”
The scream pierced the evening like shattered glass.
We didn’t speak. We ran.
Sadie fell, but I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t wait. I recognized the voice behind the scream.
Excerpt from The Last Bordello