The host laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes. Do you see them every day… or maybe I should say, night?”

Holding his sandwich on his lap, the reluctant interviewee looked around at the plaza in front of the building. “Don’t you?”

The host took a second to process that. “You mean… they’re out here? Right now?”

Now the kid’s frown was openly disapproving. “What show did you say you were with?”

“Night Hunters: Stalking the Supernatural.”

“Un-huh. Well, while you’ve been stalking me, about six Darkkin have walked right past you.”

“What? Where? How can you tell? Everyone looks human.”

“What did you think they’d look like? You’ve seen pictures of Tanya, right? Gorgeous woman with blue eyes?”

“But everyone looks so… normal.”

“Well, yes. Corporate policy is that they have to leave the black capes inside when leaving the building.”

The host stared at the kid for a moment. “Capes?”

“Black on the outside, blood red on the inside.”

“You’re mocking us?”

“Yes.”

“Do you even work in the building?”

“Yup.”

“And you’re saying vampires are out here right now?”

“Out here in front of the building or out here in the city? Because they’ve always lived in the city, but right now, I don’t see any within a hundred yards of us.”

“You can tell them apart by sight?”

“Well, we’ve already established that I work with them and therefore I know them so yeah, I recognize coworkers on sight. Don’t you?”

The host frowned at the young man, not happy with his answers. “I thought you meant you could distinguish a vampire from a human on sight.”

“Sometimes. Sometimes not. It’s like anything with people. The more you’re around them, the more nuances you notice.”

“Like what?”

“If someone trips, drops stuff or stumbles, they’re not a vampire. Otherwise, it’s not really obvious.”

“I thought it would be.”

The young guy just shrugged like what could you do.

“What about werewolves?”

“What about them? Oh, like telling them apart? Well, they eat a lot of meat.”

The host looked at the sandwich in his guest’s hands. It was loaded with meat.

“Are you…”

The kid laughed. “Nope. Not me. Just a fast metabolism. Look, I gotta get back to work. My break is over.”

“Will they punish you if you’re late?” Justin asked, waiting with obvious anticipation.

“You mean like beat me up or bite me?”

Justin nodded.

“Hell no. I’d sue the shit out of them. No, they’ll just say something.”

“Something abusive?”

“Yeah. One of them calls me fatty when I’m late coming in from lunch. She’s pretty mean.”

Justin pulled back, completely disappointed. “That’s it?”

“Yeah. Pretty much. But what do you think? Have I got a case for HR?”

The host turned and made a throat-slashing motion to the camera. “Cut it. This is useless.”