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them moved in was a mystery to Jake.
    Jake watched the white and green cotton fields speed by.  He couldn't help himself. He had to ask one last time.  "So it's definitely vampire related then?"
    "Well . . .” John said, slowly.  "Talon was in the area this past week training Diana and Whisper on tracking and he owed me a couple of favors.  So he went ahead and scouted the area over the last couple of days and from all appearances he's one hundred percent sure it's vampire related.  He found what he thinks is the den.  Looks like they’re shacked up in a farmhouse about ten miles outside of town.  Nice and secluded, no neighbors less than a couple of miles away.  Victims could scream all day long and no one would hear them.  If he says that's the place, then odds are that's the place."
    "Did he say if it's a grunt or a Maker?"
    "Oh definitely a grunt.  A Maker would have moved on by now.  I wouldn't send you in alone if it was a Maker."  John turned the radio back up indicating that the conversation was over.  He always loved to listen to some good classic rock before he went on a hunt and Jake knew better than to interrupt him.
    Except for the music, and Cort's snoring, they drove in complete silence the rest of the way.  Jake tried to sleep but it evaded him.  Instead he stared out the window at the miles of white cotton and the farmers in their big tractors and harvesters starting their day out in the fields.
    They arrived in the dusty little speck of a town a little after 6:30am. "Man this place is depressing," Jake said looking the town over.  "Not even a gas station."
    "Lamesa is only about fifteen miles away.  That's probably where they do all of their shopping and business," John said slowing the truck down and turning down state highway 115.  They drove for a couple more miles before turning right on a dusty oil field road with pump jacks on both sides.  They bounced along for another ten minutes before finally crossing a rusty cattle guard and coming to a stop in front of an old two story farm house with a large barn about fifty yards away.
    The house was painted a light blue color with white shutters, most of which were broken in several places.  The glare of the sun was just beginning to reflect off its darkened windows.  The two windows on the second story reminded Jake of eyes looking down at him.  The barn was a faded red with its doors hanging wide open.  A large nearly new John Deere tractor sat beside it.
    As they pulled into the gravel drive Jake's sense of smell was immediately assaulted. Something rotten filled the cool morning air.  He covered his mouth and nose with his hand.  John shut off the engine silencing both Cort's snoring and ZZ top in mid song of Gimme All Your Lovin.  Jake gagged, "God what is that smell?"
    Cort breathed in deep, "Smells like death," he said spitting a mouthful of tobacco juice into his spit cup.  "God almighty would you look at that!" he said suddenly leaning forward in his seat.
    "What?" John and Jake said in unison also leaning forward.
    "Look at the roof!" Cort exclaimed. 
    Jake strained his neck, leaning over the front seat.  The roof of the house was covered in literally hundreds of buzzards. 
    "That is the damndest, most terrifying thing that I have ever seen," Cort said, shaking his head.
    Jake couldn't help but laugh, "Grandpa you've been killing vampires for over fifty years, and that is the scariest thing you've ever seen?"
    "Your damn right it is!  Ain't you ever seen The Birds ?  Alfred Hitchcock?  Scared the living hell out of me first time I saw it."
    " The Birds ?   The Birds !  That's what you're scared of?" Jake leaned back in his seat.  “First Billy and his snakes and now you with your birds!  You old guys crack me up!” he chuckled.
    "Well excuse me for having a little class.  I know The Birds may not meet your Exterminator 2 standards, but Hitchcock was a genius!"
    "It's Terminator 2 !"
    "Yeah well, I'll take a