Again, Martin had cheated, using his Lordly Words to make Joey fall asleep before anything happened. It hadn’t been hard, seeing as how Joey had already had a few drinks before they got back to his apartment. He’d fed from the young man’s wrist and sealed the small punctures, put some blankets over him, and taken a look around.
Martin could tell, from the mess and the few textbooks he found, that Joey must have been a student, probably at Sac State. He found a manilla envelope on a book case which had some bank statements and credit card bills stuffed inside; everything looked good on that front. At least Joey wasn’t in a lot of debt. Martin continued rifling through his things and finally found what he was looking for in the closet, jammed between some textbooks with yellow “used” stickers on the spines.
Joey’s grades for the last five quarters.
Martin shuffled through the papers, looking them over in increasing despair. “Philosophy, Western European History… Women’s Lit?” he muttered to himself. “Jesus, boy, learn a hard science. Ah!” There—last fall, Joey had been in Econ 135: Money & Banking. GM 170, too, which Martin discovered was Fundamental Business Strategy. His marks were in the high-eighties, not great, but not too shabby, either.
Oh ho. Perhaps Joey might turn out to be more than simply a snack.