The Utterly Uninteresting and Unadventurous Tales of Fred, the Vampire Accountant (Fred, the Vampire Accountant, #1)

by Drew Hayes

why Vegas?” I asked again. “I used to do life counseling for parahumans who were having trouble,” Krystal said. “One of my old clients called and asked me to come out and advocate for him. Apparently, he got into trouble with the local dracolings.” “What’s a dracoling?” Albert asked from the back. I was thankful he didn’t know, because the truth was I certainly didn’t either. “Dracolings are basically humans with dragon blood. They’re not much stronger physically than mortals, but those bastards have a touch of magic and are sly as foxes when it comes to money. Not to mention they own all of the casinos in Las Vegas,” Krystal said, swerving past another motorist while throwing up the finger. “That’s impossible,” I said. “Vegas is a town owned by many different corporations and investors. One group of people couldn’t possess all of it.” “And no human would burn to a crisp just from a little sunlight. You want to crack open the door and see how things go?” Krystal asked. “Touché.”