There was a 24 hour diner not far from the empty lot that had served as the stage for the execution of two Nortenos. The neon 'Open' sign flickered in the window, and the red, rubbery seats were all cracked and torn, revealing patches of yellow foam that looked almost like crusted pus coming from a scab in some places. Still, the pie was better than what you'd find at any chain, and the robust list of Mexican dishes on the menu tasted like they came from Abuela's kitchen. Or, that was what the waitress had said. Being what she was now, Bea had absolutely no incentive to do anything besides order a cup of coffee and bribe the waitress with 50 bucks to seat everyone else at the other end of the restaurant.
Given the part of town that they were in, Bea suspected this wasn't the first time someone had offered the waitress money to do something similar. And Bea liked that fact. She might come back here again sometime.
For now, though, she added a few packets of sugar to the coffee she wouldn't touch and waited for the other Vampires to arrive.