"Well, that's not my business, the humans disappearing, I know next to nothing about that. My old friend, Cyrus, he's the one that deals with that shit, I just owed him a few favors and in turn let him use the storage room of my nightclub for whatever he's doing with the humans. It's not like I use the room much anyway. Besides, he said when I asked him about it that the humans were 'being made better' from whatever happens to them back there. Whether that means he's taking some of their blood or turning them into beautiful people like us, I felt it would be rude to harass him with questions about it. I've never found a dead body when I've gone back there though." Earl stated, taking another drink from his mug.

"I deal in less mysterious business, you know, a little prostitution racket, though I'm not asking you to get involved in that," He said, putting the mug down. "My main side thing is um, the trading of illegal wares, whether they be firearms, drugs or paraphernalia. I just let some of my friends from the south run their trade through my establishment, they give me a decent cut for it.," He said, sitting up in his seat. "I always need someone to help me with that, you know an enforcer maybe, someone to go after those that don't fully pay for their newly owned stuff." He seemed to be drifting away from the information you came for, about the humans going missing.