The writer, an old man with a white mustache, had some difficulty in getting into bed. The windows of the house in which he lived were high and he wanted to look at the trees when he awoke in the morning. A carpenter came to fix the bed so that it would be on a level with the window. Quite a fuss was made about the matter. The carpenter, who had been a soldier in the Civil War, came into the writer's room and sat down to talk of building a platform for the purpose of raising the bed. The writer had cigars lying about and the carpenter smoked. For a time the two men talked of the raising of the bed and then they talked of other things. The soldier got on the subject of the war. The writer, in fact, led him to that subject. The carpenter had once been a prisoner in Andersonville prison and had lost a brother. The brother had died of starvation, and whenever the carpenter got upon that subject he cried. He, like the old writer, had a white mustache, and when he cried he puckered up his lips and the mustache bobbed up and down. The weeping old man with the cigar in his mouth was ludicrous. The plan the writer had for the raising of his bed was forgotten and later the carpenter did it in his own way and the writer, who was past sixty, had to help himself with a chair when he went to bed at night.
The bars of West Hollywood, California, have always played host to a fair share of life-sucking monsters, but until now that's been mostly metaphoric. After three prime cuts of gay male beef turn up filleted and drained of blood, Sheriff Clive Anderson, Coroner Becky O'Brien and City Manager Pamela Burman are forced to the realization that something possibly not human has taken up residence in Boys' Town- something with more than the usual taste for male flesh. Fortunately, Becky's college pal Chris Driscoll is something of an expert on serial killers, but when she calls him in for a consult, she is startled to find that he hasn't aged a day in 10 years. When she accidentally stumbles over him napping in his coffin, he lets her in on his little secret: "Yep, I'm a vampire!" He also informs her that the serial killer is a rogue vampire and that she and Sheriff Anderson are going to need to think about some unorthodox crime-fighting techniques. Exciting and very, very funny, "Bite Club is a rollicking black comedy in which the crime-fighting community and the undead community create an uneasy alliance to stop a monster! Hal Bodner is a businessperson living in West Hollywood, California. This is his first novel.
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