Agent of Chaos by Garcia Kami

Author:Garcia, Kami [Garcia, Kami]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Young Adult, Mystery, Science Fiction, thriller, Paranormal, Horror, Fantasy
Amazon: B01H03IDDU
Goodreads: 29244700
Publisher: Imprint
Published: 2017-01-03T08:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 16

Bowie, Maryland

4:40 P.M.

“Are you sure the lady on the phone said the bookstore was in Craiger?” Gimble asked from the backseat of the car, studying the map he’d bought when they stopped for gas.

Mulder had been driving around Bowie, Maryland, for twenty minutes while Gimble navigated, which wasn’t easy to do when the town they were looking for wasn’t on the map.

Phoebe turned around in her seat and glared at Gimble. “Of course I am. It says it right here.” She held up the strip of paper she’d torn out of the Yellow Pages. “And I wrote down the directions she gave me on the back.”

Gimble rotated the map until it was upside down. “Yeah, well, I’ve never heard of a town that isn’t on a road map.”

“Maybe it’s small,” she said, refusing to give an inch.

“What did the woman say exactly?” Mulder asked.

Phoebe blew out a long breath. “That the store is on Route 320A—”

“We’re on 320A,” Gimble pointed out.

“I wasn’t finished,” she snapped. “On 320A near Powdermill Road.”

“Hold on,” Gimble said. “Powdermill Road is on here. Keep going straight and we should run right into it.”

The two-lane road was empty, and within minutes, Mulder spotted a metal road sign. WELCOME TO CRAIGER, MARYLAND.

Gimble shook his head. “What kind of town isn’t on a map?”

“A town we probably shouldn’t be visiting,” Mulder said.

“It’s right there.” Phoebe pointed at a peach-colored building on the corner. BEYOND BEYOND was hand-painted on the wood, in rainbow colors.

He turned into the gravel driveway and parked. He was the first person out of the car, and he peered through the front window. Long counters with glass cases beneath ran along the wall. One cash register was near the front, next to an arched doorway, with COFFEE BAR written above it in loopy script. The shelves along the walls displayed crystals, tarot cards, books, and candles.

“There’s a coffee bar inside,” Mulder said. “Who gets coffee at a bar?”

“Maybe it’s a joke.” Gimble hopped the curb and walked up to the window. He cupped his hands around his eyes with his nose an inch from the glass and looked inside. “This must be the right place. It’s full of candles and hippie junk.”

“I’m going in to check it out. I could use some caffeine.” Phoebe opened the door, and a lopsided wind chime jingled.

“We might as well go in, too.” Gimble shrugged and followed her, hanging back enough to check out her ass again.

The moment Mulder stepped inside, he was hit with the overwhelming scent of cinnamon, sickeningly sweet flowers, and patchouli. He coughed and fanned the air.

“It’s our signature blend of essential oils,” said a willowy woman with a mane of unruly blond curls framing her face. She breezed toward Mulder. “We call it Sacred Dream.”

Gimble glanced up from where he stood at a shelf, already toying with a head massager. The moment he saw the curvy woman with the wild hair, he gave her ass his full attention. At least he wasn’t looking at Phoebe’s anymore.

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