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She called Aimee instead.
“Can you take my customers for the day?”
“Oh my, God, not cool. I think I can handle it, but where are you?”
Amanda could hear the driers in the background.
“Having a breakdown. I spent the night in Lake Jackson and overslept.”
“This has something to do with Vincent, doesn’t it?”
“Of course.”
“He’s called, looking for you.”
“What did you tell him?”
Amanda slowed to a stop behind commuters lined up on the San Luis Pass Bridge to pay the toll to get back onto Galveston Island.
“What do you want me to tell him?”
Amanda thought about it as she passed her two dollar toll through the window to the bridge operator.
“Nothing.”
“10-4.”
It had taken most of the night to come to a decision, carefully listing and deliberating each piece of information in her notebook, regardless of how ridiculous she felt some of these “facts” to be. She divided her notepaper into columns, writing down everything she could remember of her conversation with Paulina, then added Aimee’s second-hand information from Hugh, and her own recollection of her few moments with Lionel. In the second column she put every word she could remember Vincent saying and each hint he might have given. With her head clear, and all of the salient points written out in her own flowing script, she knew the answer was not on a piece of paper covered in indigo ink.
After all, while the nuns might not have been the most fun group of people to go to school with, not one of them had ever been sent to kill her, even if she skipped out on a few services.
She pulled into her empty drive. It only took five minutes to exchange her miniskirt, blouse and boots for the jeans, a sweater and Chucks, brush her teeth and put her Daddy's gun in her bag.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
"HOW DID YOU know where to find me?"
Lionel opened the front door of his loft in his bare feet, his arms crossed against his shirtless chest.
"It's a small town and I'm a hairdresser."
Amanda stood framed in the doorway, as the morning light filtered through the dusty hallway windows to give her auburn blonde hair a halo glow. Her messenger bag dangled across her slim shoulders, the strap crushed between her breasts.
"Whatever Vincent is, you're the opposite?"
Even with dark circles under her eyes and her hair in a wadded bunch, Lionel could appreciate what Vincent saw in her.
"Yes."
"Then I choose you."
Though Lionel’s eyebrows shot up, he grinned from ear-to-ear. He stepped back and pulled the front door open wide.
“Won't you come in?"
“Are you going to throw holy water on me?"
He held up both of his hands. “I’m unarmed.”
Pushed against the wall with the door between them, he bit a hole through his tongue to keep from screaming as she brushed past. He shuddered, thrilled at the unexpected opportunity. He let the steel door slam shut and followed her into his loft.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
THIS IS BULLSHIT .
It's one thing for Amanda to be angry at him, but she could at least return a phone call. The Charger’s engine pinged as Vincent sat in the empty parking lot of The Tree of Knowledge. He tried to piece together what had happened. Yesterday things were good, better than good, they were fantastic. When Amanda called him from the salon it was all systems go. Ten hours later, nothing from Amanda and a blockade of angry silence from Aimee.
A few normals arrived and pushed their way through the front gate. The first woman to reach the porch tried the door, then knocked. Then she pounded on it with the flat of her hand until one of the other ladies took her arm. They milled like lost cattle around the steps leading up to the house until twenty past, when en masse, they decamped to their vehicles and departed for parts unknown.
From the Charger, Vincent could see the ordinary white garden gate no longer highlighted by the electric blue glow of the ward. Paulina
“Can you take my customers for the day?”
“Oh my, God, not cool. I think I can handle it, but where are you?”
Amanda could hear the driers in the background.
“Having a breakdown. I spent the night in Lake Jackson and overslept.”
“This has something to do with Vincent, doesn’t it?”
“Of course.”
“He’s called, looking for you.”
“What did you tell him?”
Amanda slowed to a stop behind commuters lined up on the San Luis Pass Bridge to pay the toll to get back onto Galveston Island.
“What do you want me to tell him?”
Amanda thought about it as she passed her two dollar toll through the window to the bridge operator.
“Nothing.”
“10-4.”
It had taken most of the night to come to a decision, carefully listing and deliberating each piece of information in her notebook, regardless of how ridiculous she felt some of these “facts” to be. She divided her notepaper into columns, writing down everything she could remember of her conversation with Paulina, then added Aimee’s second-hand information from Hugh, and her own recollection of her few moments with Lionel. In the second column she put every word she could remember Vincent saying and each hint he might have given. With her head clear, and all of the salient points written out in her own flowing script, she knew the answer was not on a piece of paper covered in indigo ink.
After all, while the nuns might not have been the most fun group of people to go to school with, not one of them had ever been sent to kill her, even if she skipped out on a few services.
She pulled into her empty drive. It only took five minutes to exchange her miniskirt, blouse and boots for the jeans, a sweater and Chucks, brush her teeth and put her Daddy's gun in her bag.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
"HOW DID YOU know where to find me?"
Lionel opened the front door of his loft in his bare feet, his arms crossed against his shirtless chest.
"It's a small town and I'm a hairdresser."
Amanda stood framed in the doorway, as the morning light filtered through the dusty hallway windows to give her auburn blonde hair a halo glow. Her messenger bag dangled across her slim shoulders, the strap crushed between her breasts.
"Whatever Vincent is, you're the opposite?"
Even with dark circles under her eyes and her hair in a wadded bunch, Lionel could appreciate what Vincent saw in her.
"Yes."
"Then I choose you."
Though Lionel’s eyebrows shot up, he grinned from ear-to-ear. He stepped back and pulled the front door open wide.
“Won't you come in?"
“Are you going to throw holy water on me?"
He held up both of his hands. “I’m unarmed.”
Pushed against the wall with the door between them, he bit a hole through his tongue to keep from screaming as she brushed past. He shuddered, thrilled at the unexpected opportunity. He let the steel door slam shut and followed her into his loft.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
THIS IS BULLSHIT .
It's one thing for Amanda to be angry at him, but she could at least return a phone call. The Charger’s engine pinged as Vincent sat in the empty parking lot of The Tree of Knowledge. He tried to piece together what had happened. Yesterday things were good, better than good, they were fantastic. When Amanda called him from the salon it was all systems go. Ten hours later, nothing from Amanda and a blockade of angry silence from Aimee.
A few normals arrived and pushed their way through the front gate. The first woman to reach the porch tried the door, then knocked. Then she pounded on it with the flat of her hand until one of the other ladies took her arm. They milled like lost cattle around the steps leading up to the house until twenty past, when en masse, they decamped to their vehicles and departed for parts unknown.
From the Charger, Vincent could see the ordinary white garden gate no longer highlighted by the electric blue glow of the ward. Paulina
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