Story translated from Spanish.
Translated by Cora Sáenz
“For the dead travel fast”
— Lenore, by Gottfried August Bürger
Vampires do not exist. Of course not, who believes such crap? One night, a chick got in my cab. It was late and I was thinking about closing the business and getting back home with the missus, but a chick got in my cab. She looked nervous. That wasn’t the best part of the city for a woman to be walking around, nervous and alone, so I started the car.
I’m not a person who worries about something for no reason. I’m also a good driver. Tough enough to put junkies, pimps and robbers in their place; shrewd enough to see dirty tricks coming before I get played, or to play one on a foreigner with expensive suitcases; cautious enough to refrain from asking and look aside when it’s best to do so… but that chick was different. A woman who would never feel comfortable anywhere.
