Guilty Pleasures by Laurell K Hamilton in English

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Willie mccoy had been a jerk before he died. His being dead didn't change that. He sat across from me wearing a loud plaid sport jacket. The polyester pants were primary Creola green. His short black hair was slicked back from a thin triangular face. He had always reminded me a bit of a bit player and a gangster movie. The kind that sells information runs errands and is expendable. Of course, now when he was a vampire, the expendable part didn't count anymore, but he was still selling information and running errands. No death hadn't changed him much, but just in case I avoided looking directly into his eyes, it was standard policy for dealing with vampires. He was a slime bucket, but now he was an undead slime bucket. It was a new category for me. We sat in the quiet air conditioned hush of my office, the powder blue balls which Burt my boss thought would be soothing, made the room feel cold mind if I smoke. He says yes, I said I do. Damn, you ain't gonna make this easy. Are you? I looked directly at him for a moment. His eyes were still brown. He caught me looking and I looked down at my desk. Will he laughed. A wheezing snicker of a sound. The laugh hadn't changed. Jeez. I love it. You're afraid of me. Not afraid, just cautious. You don't have to admit it. I can smell the fear on you almost like something to my face. My brain. You're afraid of me because I'm a vampire. I shrugged. What could I say? How do you lie to someone who can smell your fear? Why are you here? Willie Jeez. I wish I had a smoke. The skin began to jump in the corner of his mouth. I didn't think vampires had nervous twitches. His hand went up, almost touched it. He smiled, flashing bangs. Some things don't change. I wanted to ask him what does change? How does it feel to be dead? I knew other vampires. But Willie was the first I had known before and after death, it was a particular feeling.