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through. Sam was her heart and soul, her entire world. Everything she did was for Sammy, and that included not letting anyone new into their lives, no matter how friendly they seemed. She’d protect Sammy’s soft heart with her dying breath.
Rather than continue talking about her son, she chose avoidance and looked to the road ahead. It stretched on a seemingly endless route through the night. Dotted yellow lines and streetlights marked the path to infinity. Then a shadow appeared and solidified right in front of the truck.
“Brick!”
“What the fuck!” With a sudden, shattering impact, the truck slammed to a stop, dead in its tracks, as a wretched screeching sound tore through the air. Her seat belt pulled tight against her chest and hips. God, that noise. Were her ears bleeding?
“Are you okay? Stay put.” His voice was all business as he gave her a once-over to answer his own question. He reached beneath the seat and pulled out a wicked-looking handgun. Tense, ready, this version of Brick made the drunk-tossing bouncer look like the Easter Bunny. He opened the door, hit the locks, and shut the door with a slam.
Her mind felt stretched tight as she tried to process what she’d seen. The road had been empty. She knew it. Judging by Brick’s reactions, he’d seen the same thing she had, but people didn’t just appear out of thin air. She hoped they were okay, but judging by the pain in her chest and hips from slamming against the seat belt, she doubted it. From where she sat, the damage to his truck looked horrific. The hood had a huge wrinkle across the center where it had buckled. Smoke or steam hissed into the night air.
The dim streetlights highlighted the utter confusion on his face. She couldn’t stand it. Knowing she would get an earful, she carefully undid her seat belt and slipped out of the truck. Cautiously she headed around to stand across from Brick with the thing on the blacktop between them. She didn’t know what else to call it.
What looked like a teenage boy with a bright green stripe running through his short black hair lay in a crumpled heap. Judging by the tangled heap of limbs, he shouldn’t be living, yet his green eyes glowed bright enough to cast an eerie haze across Brick’s face. She must have made some sort of gasp. Alerted to her presence, Brick looked up, cursed, and came around to stand beside her with an arm in front of her chest. He grumbled something about stubborn women as the boy-thing tried to speak in a hissing whisper. Dear God. Was his tongue forked like a snake’s?
“Sorry ’bout carriage. Tell Diane ’Lia in circle. Last circle. Go through water. Last circle. Tell Diane.” Then he was gone. No flash, no puff of smoke, no anything. He was there one second and simply gone the next.
She looked over at Brick as he looked at her. They stared at each other, speechless. Then they turned to look at the damage to his truck. Claw marks raked through the crushed chrome grill.
“Brick, can we take your motorcycle next time?”
Chapter 9
She removed her heavy boots at the door and headed for a bottle of wine. Juggling busy hours and worry over Alia’s disappearance had taken a toll on her energy and sanity.
Maybe she should turn the bar over to Alice tomorrow and take a night off. She’d been thinking about promoting her. She was more than capable of running the show. Or she could even close it down all together for a night or two. Her staff wouldn’t know what to do if she gave them a night or two off with full pay. She could afford the minor loss, and they had more than earned it. As a bonus, it might prompt Alia to stop by and check on things if she was in the area. Whether it was out of worry or curiosity, Diane would take the chance it might draw her out. Alia knew she hadn’t closed the bar one night in the twelve years she’d owned it.
Before that she’d owned and operated another club for fifteen years. When she was satisfied it would thrive in
Rather than continue talking about her son, she chose avoidance and looked to the road ahead. It stretched on a seemingly endless route through the night. Dotted yellow lines and streetlights marked the path to infinity. Then a shadow appeared and solidified right in front of the truck.
“Brick!”
“What the fuck!” With a sudden, shattering impact, the truck slammed to a stop, dead in its tracks, as a wretched screeching sound tore through the air. Her seat belt pulled tight against her chest and hips. God, that noise. Were her ears bleeding?
“Are you okay? Stay put.” His voice was all business as he gave her a once-over to answer his own question. He reached beneath the seat and pulled out a wicked-looking handgun. Tense, ready, this version of Brick made the drunk-tossing bouncer look like the Easter Bunny. He opened the door, hit the locks, and shut the door with a slam.
Her mind felt stretched tight as she tried to process what she’d seen. The road had been empty. She knew it. Judging by Brick’s reactions, he’d seen the same thing she had, but people didn’t just appear out of thin air. She hoped they were okay, but judging by the pain in her chest and hips from slamming against the seat belt, she doubted it. From where she sat, the damage to his truck looked horrific. The hood had a huge wrinkle across the center where it had buckled. Smoke or steam hissed into the night air.
The dim streetlights highlighted the utter confusion on his face. She couldn’t stand it. Knowing she would get an earful, she carefully undid her seat belt and slipped out of the truck. Cautiously she headed around to stand across from Brick with the thing on the blacktop between them. She didn’t know what else to call it.
What looked like a teenage boy with a bright green stripe running through his short black hair lay in a crumpled heap. Judging by the tangled heap of limbs, he shouldn’t be living, yet his green eyes glowed bright enough to cast an eerie haze across Brick’s face. She must have made some sort of gasp. Alerted to her presence, Brick looked up, cursed, and came around to stand beside her with an arm in front of her chest. He grumbled something about stubborn women as the boy-thing tried to speak in a hissing whisper. Dear God. Was his tongue forked like a snake’s?
“Sorry ’bout carriage. Tell Diane ’Lia in circle. Last circle. Go through water. Last circle. Tell Diane.” Then he was gone. No flash, no puff of smoke, no anything. He was there one second and simply gone the next.
She looked over at Brick as he looked at her. They stared at each other, speechless. Then they turned to look at the damage to his truck. Claw marks raked through the crushed chrome grill.
“Brick, can we take your motorcycle next time?”
Chapter 9
She removed her heavy boots at the door and headed for a bottle of wine. Juggling busy hours and worry over Alia’s disappearance had taken a toll on her energy and sanity.
Maybe she should turn the bar over to Alice tomorrow and take a night off. She’d been thinking about promoting her. She was more than capable of running the show. Or she could even close it down all together for a night or two. Her staff wouldn’t know what to do if she gave them a night or two off with full pay. She could afford the minor loss, and they had more than earned it. As a bonus, it might prompt Alia to stop by and check on things if she was in the area. Whether it was out of worry or curiosity, Diane would take the chance it might draw her out. Alia knew she hadn’t closed the bar one night in the twelve years she’d owned it.
Before that she’d owned and operated another club for fifteen years. When she was satisfied it would thrive in
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