"'She must worry about you being out so late at night by yourself,' Bill observed. He sounded disapproving. Maybe he was thinking of Maudette? I had moment of deep unease, wondering if in fact Bill had known her, if she'd invited him to come home with her. But I rejected the idea because I was stubbornly unwilling to dwell on the odd, awful, nature of Maudette's life and death; I didn't want that horror to cast a shadow on my little bit of happiness.
'It's part of my job,' I said tartly. 'Can't be helped. I don't work nights all the time, anyway. But when I can, I do.'
'Why?' The vampire gave me a shove up to my feet, and then rose easily from the ground.
'Better tips. Harder work. No time to think.'
'But night is more dangerous,' he said...