"Examination showed the bodies were completely drained of blood." Underneath his obsequious tone and servile manner, the mortician watched for a reaction, a little surprised when the two federal agents simply shot each other a glance.
"Of course," he continued, "It's given rise to the usual ridiculous rumors about vampires."
"Uh huh." Eyes flat, Dean slid the machete out from underneath his coat.
"Agent?" The mortician retreated, eyes widening.
"Sam, you know what pisses me off more than vampires?"
Sam took a step to the side, locked the door. "What?"
"Treasonous pricks who feed their own kind to vampires."