It’s an easy job for tonight and since it’s last minute I’m charging a double rate,” Dweezil told her before she could barely get out a hello. “I’ve got a high-profile client who wants you to pick her up at her house at ten and take her to the Velvet Trap.” He mentioned a vampire club that was so exclusive it was not only filled with higher echelon members, but membership was by invitation only. He then rattled off an address in Holmby Hills, one of the priciest neighborhoods in L.A. “I got a great deal on a Bentley, so you’ll be taking that. But if you get even a tiny scratch on it, it’s coming out of your pay.” Jazz jotted down the address. “I’m driving a vampire?” They were her least favorite clients since they tended to get fangy after they partied for a while. And vampires didn’t like witches what with their blood being poisonous, so it wasn’t as if they could snack on the driver. She also found them lousy tippers. “Who’s the client, Dweezil?”
