I spot the shithole, not very difficult if you know what you are looking for. The place looks abandoned, thats good at least they know a few things. I walk up to the door with the equine carving. I knock on the door and wait. After a bit a small peephole opens, "Whats the password?" That fucking idiot, I am certain he is laughing right now. He won't be for long, that fat man is dead. "Bob's your uncle, I am here to see Kim, Theo sent me" usually no matter what the secret code is, that gets you in. I await a response, I hate waiting. I am hungry again as well. That guarantees I will be in a proper mood for an interview.

'Your late.' A female voice, muddy eyes peer out at him through the peephole.

He will hear the sounds of the door being unlocked and a heavy crossbar being taken down. The place is like a fortress, if a fortress could blend in.

The door opens to reveal Kim. Her red hair up in pigtails and about the sleaziest schoolgirl outfit she could manage adorns her attractive body.

'Follow me please Mr?...'

She will await a response and lead him up the stairs, the elevator crapped out long ago and noone seems to be able to fix it. The climb will take them up six flights of stairs to Dominics office.

 "Jake" he responds and starts following, still carrying his duffel bag. He trudges along behind her, grunting if she says something that sounds like she desires a response. They hire you for a job, not personality. I hate this run around shit, Theo fucked me again, his ass will be mine. I assume she is not in charge as I get the honor of climbing these six flights of stairs to meet another asshole, and to make it nicer I could eat a fucking horse.

Kim is in charge of most things. But she prefers to let Dominic deal with scavenging and hiding bodies...

She opens the door to the office after a quick knock. Dominic is sitting at his desk with a mess of news papers in front of him. With all the people who go missing around here lately its hard to figure out if anyone has missed the woman he scavenged the other night...  

Dominic looks up as they enter, Kim quickly excuses herself and heads off to check on the girls...

'Jake, hi. Theo says you could take care of a few little problems for us here...'

 "Yeah, thats what I do. Theo was a bit enigmatic. Can you be a little more clear. In Virginia I cleaned up bodies, made them disappear. What exactly do you need from me." As he sets down his duffel bag and takes a seat. Fucking cryptic hidden verses don't amuse him. Show him the bodies and they just go away. If it were not for people then his life would be great. "I have a  few requirements as well, I will require your basement, a thousand in cash every month, and no questions asked." Removing his glasses his wretched face is leprous in appearance. Obviously why he wears his concealing clothing.

Dominic doesnt betray his shock and disgust at the mans face.

'Basement, alright. Yeah we have a problem with bodies and im running out of places to bury them. A thousand a month is agreeable. How many bodies can you get rid of in one month?..'

An odd question from either end. Hes more wondering about the process but figures its a trade secret and maybe best not to know...

 "I can handle at least two dozen, maybe more. I prefer them to be dry, I assume that won't pose a problem." He seems to know what he was after, better than most and upfront, no dicking around. It wastes both our time and suggests I don't know my job. I like my job, usually better then my employers.

'Not in the least.' Dominic grins.

'Sounds like a perfect arrangement.' Dominic pushes away from the desk and stands. He plucks a single brass key from a nail in the wall.

'Guess i should show you the basement.'

Yes, that means trudging back down all six flights of stairs. The creaking wood underfoot and the dim lightbulbs overhead give the place a noirish feel.

Each floor they pass has a hallway with doors on either side. Like a standart tenement building. Made to cram immigrants and underpreviledge in like sardines.

The basement is filthy. Thick dust coats most surfaces. The boiler and heating systems look ancient and are covered in rust. The lighting is bad and the floor and foundation are cracked.

There is plenty of room, not much of anything is stored here. Dominic crosses the open space to the only modern thing in the building. A large steel refrigerator. He uses the key to open a padlock and yanks the door. Inside are three bodies, pale and cold with slashed wrists or punctured necks...

The fridge could hold maybe two more bodies before it would be full. Jake came at the perfect time...

 "Perfect," looking around the basement. "I get my pay on the first and I will be staying here. Just leave the bodies in the fridge, the door will be locked and I am certain you have a key" no nonsense. "All I will need to get in here will be food. The rest of my time is my own" with a look toward Dominic. This man knows how a relationship works, he respects that. "It's a pleasure doing business with you. Please let everyone upstairs know I appreciate my privacy and will respect theirs." Business is business, things are finished, we have a home. I set my duffel on the floor.

'You got it. Noone likes it down here anyway.'

Dominic produces an envelope from his back pocket.

'Its close enough to the first and there is already work waiting..'

He hands over the envelope, thick with twenty dollar bills. one thousand dollars to take all the stress out of scavenging for blood...

'Ill leave you to your buisness. Just come up the office if you need anything from me or Kim.'

 "I will," as he walks him back to the door, shutting it behind him and locking it. He stuffs the money into his pocket and walks over to the refrigerator. Pulling out a body, and leaving it on the floor to warm up a bit. He opens his bag and looks in at the horde of food. Canned food to macaroni anything one can buy at the store seems stuffed into the bag. He begins filling a shelf, carefully placing everything in order. It would not do if you were out of something.

After an hour the food and the small remnants of clothes put away, he walks back to the body. Feeling it, it seems a bit warmer the smell begin to release into the air. His stomach churns as he sits next to it, the smell is nauseating to him but not to everyone else. They have grown strong on human flesh, finding it more palatable then most alternatives. He leans over as the first rat emerges from his throat and exits his mouth. The first of many...