"Thorne, you better have a damn good reason for not getting us that body!" Nikki scolded. "And who is this?!"
"Um...this...is the body."
Nikki's gray eyes glanced at Oliver in the mirror. "No fucking way, Thorne. Stop playing."
"I'm serious!" I gasped. "Feel him up!"
"I have a collection of death certificates at home", Oliver grinned. "going all the way back to my alleged first death in 1420."
"He's a vampire or something", I explained quickly. "Just take us home. There's another one about and-"
"Ballsack's trying to kill me", Oliver informed. "And I rather like feeding off of the living." Nikki shifted in the driver's seat.
"Val's going to be so pissed that we didn't make this order", he grumbled. Oliver promised to explain once we were safely at home and I guess out of curiosity, Nikki dutifully sped up home.
