The bar was fairly empty, as it was now mid morning, but a few hungry travelers and regular locals were there enjoying their lunches. There was only one red haired young man behind the bar, taking orders for the chef. The lad had some trouble understanding that a "radio" was a communication device and not some old-timer's musicbox. He was young, but sharp, and after some debate and "checking with the manager" he procured a dusty 1970's radio from behind the equally dusty and unused fire extinguisher. 

While Hank was busy fiddling with the settings and trying to find his frequency, a couple of large cops walked in. They looked right at Hank and one of them nodded. They approached the subject with caution. "Sir? Hi there. I'm Officer Ted Jenkins and this is Officer Jeff Sanchez. You were seen walking down off route 91 where there's a burned out van. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you? You know, since you can probably see really well in the dark." Hank's coat did have some suspicious black marks from the fire on it. The cops stood together and waited for his response. 

Jeff puts his hands on his hips. "I need to see your vampire registration please."