(eng) Michael La Ronn - Magic Trackers 02 by Nightmare Stalkers

Author:Nightmare Stalkers [Stalkers, Nightmare]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

17

We hopped the bus to our neighborhood.

We kept to ourselves and didn't say anything.

All the while, Destiny’s phone kept vibrating.

Darius.

He kept sending messages.

Where are you?

Tell me you're alive.

Please, text me!!!!

Every message stabbed me in the heart just a little.

“Can't I just say something?” Destiny asked. “To let him know we’re alive?”

“You won't be able to reply without him asking you more questions,” I said. “I hate it too, Destiny. But let's stay low, okay?”

She nodded and tucked her phone away.

It vibrated again and she closed her eyes.

The last thing we wanted was for Rodgers to pin more information on us. Every message and every word would be used against us.

Greater good.

That was what I told myself.

Keep my cousin on the verge of nervous breakdown for the greater good.

I felt like the worst cousin on the planet.

We hopped off a few blocks from our house and started the walk back to the shop.

The snow had let up some, and the sun shone through a thin veil of clouds.

We rounded the corner to the shop.

The street was clear, filled with the same usual snow-covered cars.

“At least there's no police watching us,” Destiny said. “I seriously expected to see a cop car when we came around the corner.”

“If they were going to watch us,” I said, “it would be the FBI, which means the cars would be unmarked.”

“You sure know how to kill a girl’s hopes and dreams,” Destiny said.

“Any time,” I said. “Seriously, did you not pay attention to the detective shows we used to watch when we were kids?”

Destiny didn't have much common sense. All her smarts were the book kind. Give that girl a math problem and she could manhandle it. Give her a philosophical theory, and she could write a paper.

But when it came to the street?

Naw. She just didn't have it. I seriously don't think she could survive one day by herself. Thinking about her going to university gave me sudden anxiety.

“In and out,” I said. “We’ll exit through the back door.”

The shop, a turn-of-the-century brownstone, was quiet. Just like we left it.

I jogged up the front steps and slid my key in the lock.

Suddenly, I felt something.

Like eyes.

Watching me.

I turned around, scanned the cars on the street.

Nothing.

They were all covered in snow.

Yet I still felt that strange feeling on the back of my neck.

I rushed into the shop and motioned for Destiny to come in.

“Did you feel it too?” Destiny asked.

I peeked through the blinds on the door.

There was no one.

Yet it felt like there was someone.

“Let's go,” I said. “Something doesn't feel right.”

Destiny threw her phone on our receiving table.

She checked the mail in the mail slot next to the front door and rifled through some envelopes.

“Damn,” she said. “I still haven’t gotten anything from Lakeway.”

“It’ll come,” I said.

She shrugged and sighed.

We passed through the front lobby to the back sun porch, where our bikes were stacked and stored for the winter.

Destiny grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me down.

Through the blinds, we spotted a black car sitting in the back alley.

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