Kyle choked on his coffee. "Are you putting me on?" he asked. This was getting worse and worse.
What if this guy was just a liar? Kyle didn't even know him. But still, nothing else explained the fact that he was here.
He wondered if an ordinary gun was any good against supernatural creatures. Probably not.
Maybe if he went home and went to sleep he'd wake up and... Oh, right. He didn't have a home anymore.
"Do the buses still run at night around here?" he asked Vincent. "I need to get to somewhere with a motel." Around here there were expensive places like the Biltmore and truly lousy places that probably used to be like the Biltmore, and not much in between. At least, that had been true in 1980.
And he probably couldn't call Ed and ask for work. Ed might be dead by now.