Installment 3, by PJ Wehry

NOTE: This is the only installment made by PJ Wehry. He decided not to continue with this project after this post.

“He's your grandfather?” exclaimed the constable.

The vagabond shrugged. “No, but he's got a great taste in pipes.”

“Put back the pipe, that's material evidence that is.”

“No!” The hobo was indignant. He held out the object in question.“This is a fine piece of work. My dad had one just like it.”

“He did, did he?” said the constable. The hobo just grunted and turned back to the corpse. “Where did you say that mark on your head came from again?”

“I didn't,” said the hobo, cocking his head to one side. “Here now, there's two little marks on his neck.”

The constable craned his neck over, almost hitting the hobo. “Now what would do that?”

The constable shivered. “Vampire?”

The hobo rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Let's make that a decisive no before we have flocks of women screaming in the street and wearing their finest nightgowns to bed.” He tapped the pipe stem against his filthy unshaven lip. “What would do that?” he murmured to himself.

The constable pointed a finger at him. “Put back that pipe, or...” the constable thrust his hand at the hobo, “Give it here.”

The hobo waved him off with the pipe, still staring at the two marks on the dead man's neck. He leaned over and sniffed. Sticking out a finger, he touched the neck and gently patted his tongue. The constable gagged and turned away.