Fangtasia II, Night
Cops cars lit up the parking lot like a blue and red Christmas tree. Yellow tape blocked all the entrances to the large, Louisiana-style porch except for steps that lead to the front door. Eric walked through the doors without listening to a single policeman or S.I. agent. He stopped in the center of the main room.
The wooden bar looked to be the altar with blood caking the counter top and wood decorations. On every wall, symbols were drawn in blood. Eric smelled death. He walked over to one of the seven body bags on the floor. He pulled the zipper back. A very pale Becky showed her former boss that she had been gutted and her intestines used in some sick manner.
"Eric Northman? I am Detective Sergeant John Stallings." He stood over Eric. From his back, the detective tried to size up the vampire. He had one hand on his gun.
"Who found them?" Eric glanced over his shoulder at the detective.
"Your sound technician, Mike Watson. DJ Mike stated he came in for a final sound check at six o'clock this evening and found this." He pushed a page on his notepad. "Where were you last night?"
Eric stood. "Time of death?"
"Mr. Northman, where were you last night?"
He stepped around the detective as he reassembled his phone. He powered it on and dialed. "I need you. Tonight if you can. I'll keep my phone on as long as I can."
"Mr. Northman, I asked you a question."
"And I asked you. What was the time of death?"
Detective Stallings shoved his notepad in his coat pocket. "You can either answer them here or downtown."
"Really?" Eric raised his eyebrows. "You think I am going downtown?"