Quinn pulled up to Fangtasia just as the sun crawled over the horizon. He sighed and turned toward the monolithic towers downtown. He might as well get some rest, and come back just after sundown..
He needed rest, but he also needed answers. As an afterthought, he pulled out his phone, and scrolled down to the number for Fangtasia's owner, Pam. Hitting the "TXT" option, he keyed in a brief message, then headed for the Marriott to get some sleep...
~Pam, I am in Shreveport for the night and need to speak to you. I will be at the club tonight after sunset. Hope to see you then~
He needed rest, but he also needed answers. As an afterthought, he pulled out his phone, and scrolled down to the number for Fangtasia's owner, Pam. Hitting the "TXT" option, he keyed in a brief message, then headed for the Marriott to get some sleep...
~Pam, I am in Shreveport for the night and need to speak to you. I will be at the club tonight after sunset. Hope to see you then~
