Nightwalker. Connie Hall
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Tongue rolled her lizard eyes. “That’s a fallen angel for you.”
“D-e-t-e-c-t 1,” Striker said, his tone turning soft and menacing, a sure sign he was losing patience with incompetence. His gaze raked both the agents, and that was enough of a reprimand.
They instantly snapped to attention.
Striker looked at them, but his mind was on the license plate, clear in his memory as the image of the driver. Long wavy ginger hair with streaks of golden blond running through it. One green eye and one blue. Dangly hoop earrings. Too much eye makeup and lipstick. Arrogant saucy expression. Didn’t seem to show an ounce of fear. Something about her seemed familiar to him, but he couldn’t place her. One thing was certain: if she got in his way again, she’d become a casualty. Striker smelled the enticing aroma of her blood emanating from Tongue’s fingernails, and he clenched his fists.
“She ain’t all human, boss,” Tongue said, licking the green sheen off her plump lips as if tasting the woman.
“Thank you for pointing out the obvious.” Striker found himself unpleasantly annoyed that Tongue could taste the woman. “Find out who she is and if she’s working for Raithe, while I track them.” He turned, and his body morphed into a sheet of black mist. When his essence disappeared, a loud clap of thunder followed.
Tongue and her partner looked at each other. Vaughn spoke first. “Man, he’s provoked. Never seen him upset.”
“Just be glad he’s not mad at you.” Tongue glowered at him, then pulled out a cell phone.
Chapter 3
Takala checked her mirrors for a tail. Clear so far. She had been forced to stop at a service station and find a quick fix for the driver’s side window. They had used Mylar plastic and duct tape. At least it kept out some of the cold air, but the flapping of the plastic was driving her crazy. Takala had the heater going full blast, though Lilly Smith was hunched in a ball as if she was cold.
Takala had found a scarf in her glove compartment and covered the bleeding scratches on her neck. She adjusted it now, still feeling the gecko cretin’s nails gouging her skin. If only she had some peroxide and antibiotic ointment. That would have to wait. She grimaced at the neon-pink scarf, but it went okay with her black jeans and black coat. And the blood spots on the scarf actually looked as if they had been added by the designer. For having been attacked, she didn’t look half-bad. Wounded or not, she cared about her appearance.
Takala settled back in the driver’s seat, aware of the uncomfortable silence between her and Lilly Smith. She felt Lilly’s keen eyes studying her. Finally Takala said, “Are you warm enough?”
“Yes, thanks.”
“So, where we going?”
“The Richmond airport,” Lilly said, uncertainty in the reply.
“Sure.” Takala nodded to assure Lilly Smith that she was okay with the drive.
“And thank you. I appreciate your help. They would have killed me back there.”
“No problem.”
Lilly took Takala’s measure for a long, uncomfortable moment, something in her shrewd blue eyes that hid more than just mere intelligence. “You’re a brave girl. You don’t seem afraid, even after all you’ve seen.”
“I’m not. Supernatural stuff doesn’t bother me.”
“If you stay with me, you might be more than bothered.”
“I’m used to living on the edge.”
“Really.” Lilly glanced at Takala as if she had no idea what danger was. She lifted her chin a few inches in a challenging, almost condescending way, the smug smile never leaving her lips.
“I’m a detective.” Takala swallowed her indignation, and it tasted bitter in her throat.
“A good one, I hope.”
“I’ve stayed alive this long.”
“You look young to me.”
“I’ve been in the business for six years.”
“Run a lot of background checks, do you?”
“No, I don’t like the research end. I’m more hands-on.”
Lilly shot her an I-guess-you’ll-do-in-a-pinch look.
No matter how hard she tried, her dislike for this woman was growing like a cancer in her gut. She felt as if she were being interviewed for a job and found lacking. Do a stranger a favor, and that’s how they repay you.
Stranger or not, was she really related to this woman? The verdict was still out, and she wanted to keep it that way. Two things Takala knew: Lilly Smith had trust issues, and she had a hard time feeling obligated to anyone. Not to mention she wasn’t very likable. Takala quickly changed the subject. “Who were those goons?”
“Unfortunately, State Department agents.”
So Lilly Smith actually worked for the State Department. One point for Blake. “When did the State Department start hiring paranormal hit squads?” Takala asked, playing along.
“I work—or shall I say worked—for a branch of the State Department …” Lilly paused as if weighing something, then said, “What the hell, I’ll tell you. It’s called B.O.S.P. Ever heard of it?”
Takala knew of B.O.S.P. Fala’s husband, Stephen Winter, a warlock, used to work as an agent there, but she didn’t know if she wanted Lilly Smith to know that, so she lied and said, “No, I haven’t.”
“Not surprised. Most people haven’t. They try to keep all humans in the dark about what goes on right under their noses. They’d probably have congressional hearings for the next century if they found out about all the paranormal activities in government.”
“The human zeitgeist can’t handle it.”
“But they got that television series, Supernatural, pretty on the mark.” Lilly laughed softly, a detectable forced note in her voice.
Lilly seemed to work hard at being sociable. Was this just her standoffish personality? Takala had hoped to find something warm in her, but as yet she hadn’t. “Sam’s my favorite,” she said flatly.
“Dean’s mine. So hunky, with that edge of evil.”
Okay, she might just have disagreed with her own mother for the first time. She didn’t know how she felt about that, so she lapsed into silence.
Lilly broke it. “That strength of yours is pretty impressive—” she considered Takala, her eyes sparkling like shards of blue glass “—but you seem human enough to me.”
“I am, in basics.” Takala turned the conversation back to Lilly. “So, you can inhale the powers of other creatures. Pretty interesting.”
“Only for a few moments. Too bad I can’t keep them.” A power-hungry glint shifted in Lilly’s eyes.
A cold chill gripped Takala. This woman could be her mother, but Takala didn’t know if she liked her or trusted her. “Why were those agents after you?”
“They want me dead.”
“Why?”
“I was working undercover for them. Some agents got killed, and I was set up to take the fall for it.”
“Know who set you up?”
“Nightwalker.”
“Who’s that?”
“The vamp who just attacked me.”
Houdini. Nightwalker. A vampire. The image seemed to fit. “Why’d he set you up?”
“He must have wanted me out of the picture.”