(eng) Laura Anne Gilman - Retrievers 02 by Curse the Dark

Author:Curse the Dark [Dark, Curse the]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

The glass door slid open, and the heat and humidity of the summer afternoon slid around them and coated their skin immediately. Sergei hadn’t missed the weather on the East Coast, that was certain. Thankfully he had already taken his jacket off and folded it into his carry-on, and his khaki slacks were lightweight enough to be comfortable. He wasn’t looking forward to putting his legit businessman facade back on in the morning.

Wren was sulky. “I said I was sorry to the flight attendant. In three different languages, thanks to your coaching. What more did they want?”

Sergei did not have unlimited patience, despite praying for it the past seven hours.

“I think that we need to just let it go.” He loved her, he did, but that wasn’t going to keep him from killing her.

The platform was mostly empty, only two dejected-looking teenagers sitting on their luggage, and a bored security guard talking on his mobile. He hoisted his suitcase, silently cursing Andre for booking them coming in and out through Newark Liberty rather than JFK. Newark was cheaper, yeah, and had more flights, but right now he wanted to pack Wren into a cab and send it off, not have to deal with the train back into Manhattan. But until they got paid for this, they also didn’t have the ready cash on hand in the business account to pay for the cab.

He could have used his personal account—if the damn ATM in the Malpensa airport hadn’t eaten his card earlier that day. Which meant he was going to have to go to the bank at some point and get a replacement.

I’m too old for this, he thought. Jet lag used to make him laugh. Of course, back in the Bad Old Days he used to be able to leave the Active agent in place and go home alone. Traveling with a Talent, especially one who…didn’t enjoy air travel…was a situation in and of itself.

The train came, a few minutes behind schedule, and they got on. It was enough of an off hour that there weren’t many other people in their car, just an old man in a filthy trench coat, and a young businesswoman busily dictating a memo into the speaker-tab of her mobile phone.

Wren had chosen a seat far from the phone user, he noted, but it might have been from the desire to not be near anyone as much as current-courtesy. He sat down next to her and proceeded to stare into the same space she was staring at. She had scraped her hair back into a knot on the back of her head, and strands were coming loose already, the soft brown seemingly absorbing the light in itself. Her skin had a delicate sheen of sweat on it that had only a little to do with the weather. He sympathized. But he still wanted to kill her.

They spent the entire twenty-minute trip in silence. As the train pulled into the city, his hand reached out and found her cold fingers, squeezing them gently.

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