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Queen Elizabeth I, Empress of the
Undead, Rightful Ruler of the Vampires,
Consort of Eric I, Lawful King



Prologue
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Police interview of Robert Harris.
June 30, 2004
55121 02:32:55-03:45:32 a.m.
Filed by Detective Nicholas J. Berry
Fourth Precinct, Minneapolis, Minnesota

After being treated at the scene, Mr. Harris denied the offer of hospital care,
and consented to accompany the responding officers, Whritnour and Watkins, to
the precinct for an interview.
The interview was conducted by Minneapolis Detective Nicholas J. Berry.
Robert Harris is a fifty-two-year-old Caucasian male who works for Bright Yellow
Cab as a taxi driver. Mr. Harris was on duty during the events transcribed
below. Mr. Harris has passed a breathalyzer; labs are pending on possible drug
use.

DETECTIVE BERRY: Are we ready? Is the tapeЕ okay. Would you like something to
drink? Coffee? Before we start?
ROBERT HARRIS: No thanks. If I have coffee this late, it'll keep me up. Plus,
y'know, with my prostate, it's just asking for trouble.
DB: Can we discuss the events of this evening?
RH: Sure. You wanna talk about the Twins getting their asses kicked, or why I
was dumb enough to take a job where I haveta sit all the time? Goddamned
hemorrhoids.
DB: The eventsЧ
RH: Sure, you wanna know what I meant by that story I told those fellows, the
ones who took care of me. Nice enough fellows, for a coupla flatfeet. I don't
mean no disrespect by that, either. I mean, that's why we're here, right?
DB: Right.
RH: Because you guys think I'm crazy or drunk.
DB: We know you're not drunk, Mr. Harris. Now, earlier this eveningЧ
RH: Earlier this evening I was sittin' on my ass, thinking about my kid. She's
nineteen, goes to the U.
DB: The University of Minnesota, Duluth Campus.
RH: Yup. Anyway, that's why I pull so many second shifts, because cripes,
those books are expensive. I mean, a hunnerd and ten bucks for a book? One
book?
DB: Mr. HarrisЧ
RH: Anyways, so there I was, mindin' my own business, eating my lunch. Course
it wasn't exactly lunchtime, cuz it was ten o'clock at night, but when you're
on second shift, you do what you can. I was sittin' at Lake and 4th. A lot of
the cabbies don't like that neighborhood, you know, because of all the
Negroes. No offense. I mean, not that you look it, butЧ