Tanis hunted The Great White Asshole at Floyd’s tavern on the corner of Birch and Promenade. Asshole, also known as Luke Des Moines – like that nice city in Iowa – dressed well: tailored slacks, a button-down shirt. A skinny silver tie and expensive cufflinks with the letters L on his left wrist and DM on his right. His brown hair was slicked back, exposing a pronounced widow’s peak and a pair of overly waxed brows that cast a feminine quality to his slender features.
Tanis would call him handsome if she was into male trade, which she wasn’t, and that simplified things because she was going to kill him. Not directly, of course – what would be the point of that? – but she was going to kidnap him, break his legs, and then drag him back to an underground lair so he could be turned into a snake monster and breed with her mother.
No one ever said Tanis Barlas didn’t live a complicated life.