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scrunched for a second, knowing her well enough to read between the lines. “Damn. I'll never get her to the casino tonight.”
Luck was Murphy's virtual ATM. She was occasionally mine as well, so I wasn't going to cast any aspersions on the man for taking advantage. Harold was as cheap as they came. Half the building relied on the Lady Luck cash machine.
I motioned him over to the side to let a young couple past us into the bar. He stepped aside but as soon as he saw them, his eyes lit up. Uh oh, I'd seen that glint before. Something was coming. I wasn't sure exactly what that something would be, but I’d find out shortly.
They were barely legal drinking age, younger than even I had been at my death. The girl, eyes watery and red, reached forward and grabbed at the guy’s arm as he tried to keep moving away from her.
“Kenny, you can't mean that!”
“I do. I want to see other people. I'm sick of your shit.” He yanked his arm away and she grabbed the banister to steady herself.
I wanted to turn away but I watched anyway. The banister broke loose from what looked like a solid support of cement, and the girl tumbled the five steps to the ground. It wasn't that much of a fall, and if there hadn't been a helping hand by the name of Murphy, she probably would have ended up with a couple of bruises.
But Murphy was around. She started wailing and the guy cringed. I’d like to think it was distaste from seeing her get hurt. Unfortunately, there was a certain edge to his expression that made me think it had more to do with the fact that he couldn't just walk away. There was a second's hesitation, but in the end, he headed down the stairs and knelt by her side.
Grabbing Murphy's wrist, I tugged him over toward my car.
“Did you have to do that? She was already having a bad day.”
He raised one shoulder up and tilted his head toward it. “It's who I am. Can't help it. The worse the day someone’s had, the more it draws me in. Can’t seem to resist.” He looked at my Honda and cringed. “This thing really is as bad as they say.”
“Who said that?”
“No one. I just thought I heard something but maybe I didn’t.” Murphy was also the worst liar in the office.
“Forget it; I know it's bad. I'll see you tomorrow, Murphy.”
“Night, Karma.”
He walked past the couple into the bar, and of course the guy's phone fell out of his pocket and smashed on the cement steps. Poor schmucks.
I dropped my purse on the passenger seat and almost missed the note.
52 Maple Lane Road
9:30 P.M.
Come or else.
Or else? I crumpled up the note and threw it in the back.
It wasn’t a job. I would’ve had a vision or a dream if it were. The ripped edge from a spiral notebook confirmed it. The Universe had better taste in stationary than that. The Universe also didn't bother with or else . The creepy feeling you got shooting up your spine when you stepped out of line already implied it.
Definitely wasn’t Fate. He didn't need an or else , either. Most people just did what he wanted, except me. I wasn't sure if he knew what an ultimatum even was, but I was pretty sure he might be trying to figure it out now.
No, this was one of Fate’s guys. They'd been hanging out with enough humans over at Lars’s tattoo shop to pick up on our—their—ways. I kept forgetting I wasn't human anymore.
I swung my car left—away from home—instead of right, hoping I’d have enough gas to make it there. The Honda’s gas seemed to constantly disappear somehow, and I wanted to make this meeting. It was time to have a chat with the boys. This stalker business was getting on my nerves. The longer I hung around, the more I was fairly sure no one was going to try and kill me. Bully me, harass me and who knew what else, yes.
It was just after nine thirty when I spotted the stucco building at the given address. It had a dingy sign hanging sideways that read Zombieplex . I pulled into the empty lot of the closed down arcade,
Luck was Murphy's virtual ATM. She was occasionally mine as well, so I wasn't going to cast any aspersions on the man for taking advantage. Harold was as cheap as they came. Half the building relied on the Lady Luck cash machine.
I motioned him over to the side to let a young couple past us into the bar. He stepped aside but as soon as he saw them, his eyes lit up. Uh oh, I'd seen that glint before. Something was coming. I wasn't sure exactly what that something would be, but I’d find out shortly.
They were barely legal drinking age, younger than even I had been at my death. The girl, eyes watery and red, reached forward and grabbed at the guy’s arm as he tried to keep moving away from her.
“Kenny, you can't mean that!”
“I do. I want to see other people. I'm sick of your shit.” He yanked his arm away and she grabbed the banister to steady herself.
I wanted to turn away but I watched anyway. The banister broke loose from what looked like a solid support of cement, and the girl tumbled the five steps to the ground. It wasn't that much of a fall, and if there hadn't been a helping hand by the name of Murphy, she probably would have ended up with a couple of bruises.
But Murphy was around. She started wailing and the guy cringed. I’d like to think it was distaste from seeing her get hurt. Unfortunately, there was a certain edge to his expression that made me think it had more to do with the fact that he couldn't just walk away. There was a second's hesitation, but in the end, he headed down the stairs and knelt by her side.
Grabbing Murphy's wrist, I tugged him over toward my car.
“Did you have to do that? She was already having a bad day.”
He raised one shoulder up and tilted his head toward it. “It's who I am. Can't help it. The worse the day someone’s had, the more it draws me in. Can’t seem to resist.” He looked at my Honda and cringed. “This thing really is as bad as they say.”
“Who said that?”
“No one. I just thought I heard something but maybe I didn’t.” Murphy was also the worst liar in the office.
“Forget it; I know it's bad. I'll see you tomorrow, Murphy.”
“Night, Karma.”
He walked past the couple into the bar, and of course the guy's phone fell out of his pocket and smashed on the cement steps. Poor schmucks.
I dropped my purse on the passenger seat and almost missed the note.
52 Maple Lane Road
9:30 P.M.
Come or else.
Or else? I crumpled up the note and threw it in the back.
It wasn’t a job. I would’ve had a vision or a dream if it were. The ripped edge from a spiral notebook confirmed it. The Universe had better taste in stationary than that. The Universe also didn't bother with or else . The creepy feeling you got shooting up your spine when you stepped out of line already implied it.
Definitely wasn’t Fate. He didn't need an or else , either. Most people just did what he wanted, except me. I wasn't sure if he knew what an ultimatum even was, but I was pretty sure he might be trying to figure it out now.
No, this was one of Fate’s guys. They'd been hanging out with enough humans over at Lars’s tattoo shop to pick up on our—their—ways. I kept forgetting I wasn't human anymore.
I swung my car left—away from home—instead of right, hoping I’d have enough gas to make it there. The Honda’s gas seemed to constantly disappear somehow, and I wanted to make this meeting. It was time to have a chat with the boys. This stalker business was getting on my nerves. The longer I hung around, the more I was fairly sure no one was going to try and kill me. Bully me, harass me and who knew what else, yes.
It was just after nine thirty when I spotted the stucco building at the given address. It had a dingy sign hanging sideways that read Zombieplex . I pulled into the empty lot of the closed down arcade,
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