There’s a tapping sound from the window, the old brownstone settling, all six stories feeling their hundred years. Lucy helped her find this apartment, when things went bad with Jonathan, and stayed over a lot after her own breakups. Mina shuffles from the TV to the microwave, grabs a tea bag, fills a mug. Taps in two oh nine, her best friend’s birthday. Tap tap. Tap.
A tapping sound from the window.
Slowly, holding the blanket over her shoulders, Mina walks to it and slides it open.
“We must hurry,” says Inspector Dracula gravely, clinging like ivy to the outside wall.