Jose Tapiro Y Baro [Public domain], via Wikigallery
Whatever they were here to do, it was illegal. It was the only explanation for why they would stay here. Not that I cared. They pumped me for information and greased my palm. I personally cleaned their rooms at night, when they were gone. Anymore, I didn’t even bother to knock.
This is an original story, chronicling how three of the characters of my upcoming novelette, The Vampire’s Gallery, met. What you missed can be found here. It’s part of Six Sentence Sunday. Click the link for more awesome stories!
Please note: This is set around 1 BC, and is light when it comes to historical accuracy. I mean, no one’s going to whip out some matches or a PSP, but there are probably details I’ll get wrong.