B-Movie Attack by Alan Spencer Read Free Book Online

accounts were too numerous not to be true, though. The people did see flying creatures. They were humans in the guise of monsters. The coincidences were too strong to ignore. Ted Fuller, or somebody connected with him, was behind it.  
    Today, Detective Vickers was accompanied by Glenn Baker, a young officer with naturally pink cheeks and an overall inexperienced novice aura about him. Officer Baker was to serve as a city liaison. Today would be a long day of conducting interviews with Ted Fuller’s closest friends and co-workers at the Chicago Sun-Times . The first interview would've been Gary Pollard, but he was visiting a sick relative out of town. Before they could get a real start on the investigation, a call came over the radio.  
    Officer Baker responded. “This is 1405.”
    “This may be of interest to Detective Vickers.” Detective Vickers recognized Chief Burne’s scratchy voice, caused by a lifetime of too many cigars, and shots of sour mash, and yelling at bumbling cops. “Go to the Claims and Lost Possessions Branch of Chicago. There’s a crime scene pertaining to his investigation, and I recommend scooting your asses right to it.”
    Detective Vickers wanted to ask how it applied to his case, but then decided against it. He was in someone else’s jurisdiction. This wasn’t his show. He was lucky enough to receive a backstage pass and a city liaison. He was determined to connect Ted Fuller to the crimes. During the interview, Fuller was telling the truth, but under the surface, there was another truth he couldn’t drudge up from the man. Maybe Fuller was nervous, but it was more complicated than the jitters. Fuller knew something he didn’t. Once Vickers interviewed enough people in town, he could petition for a warrant and search Ted Fuller’s apartment. He was confident by the end of tomorrow the warrant would be written and he could put another successful investigation under his belt.
    Officer Baker changed directions and headed east. “Can you tell me what this investigation is about? Everybody's so secretive down at the station.”
    “I’m following up on over twenty murders that happened at Iowa State University.” The detective figured if he disclosed carefully chosen tidbits of the truth, the man wouldn’t ask him anything else later. “They’re in connection to a movie premiere.”
    “Let me guess,” Baker joked. “A horror movie.”
    “You got it, smart guy. The methods of death resembled what happened in the movie itself, though only ten minutes of the damn thing were shown before chaos broke out. People were butchered, drained of blood, necks were bitten through, you name it.”
    “What was the movie about, zombies or vampires?”
    “Vampires. Plain old vampires.”
    “What did the vampires do?”
    Vickers huffed. He was fresh out of cigarettes, and he hadn’t eaten breakfast yet. “Christ, do you want me to let you read a script?”
    “I just want to help. I mean, maybe I can keep my eyes peeled for anything strange—something you might miss. Two pairs of eyes are better than one.”
    “Sometimes.” Vickers knew it would be a long afternoon of interviews, so why not try and make the best of it, he decided. “Okay, the plot’s pretty outlandish. The title will knock your socks off. Morgue Vampire Tramps Find Temptation at the Funeral Home. ”
    “Is that like one of those soft core horror movies?”
    “It does feature lesbian vampires who are nymphomaniacs.” Detective Vickers laughed. “I guess these vampires have sex with everybody, not just chicks, though, if you read the plot synopsis online. So okay, they have sex with people to gain access to their blood. And they fly around and terrorize people. I read a blip about it on a movie fan website. The film is pretty gory.”
    “So you’re telling me somebody faked flying around and biting people.”
    “Bull’s eye.”
    Officer Baker mulled over the information and turned into the parking garage a block from