At her question, Harry actually paused for a moment, considering it. Then he shook his head. "Nah. I mean, maybe. I don't know. My check goes to The City Trust, whatever that is."
He got his staff from the umbrella stand and took down the wards to let them all out. Once Murphy and Mouse had cleared the door, Harry yanked the door shut again, letting the wards rise. He checked his duster pocket for his trusty .44, and headed for the Beetle. "I've seen plenty of vampires around," he told Murphy. "Even flushed out a small nest of Reds a few weeks back."