Alex Rains, Vampire Hunter (Book 1): The Devil's Mouth by Kincade Matt

Author:Kincade, Matt [Kincade, Matt]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Horror | Mystery | Vampires
Published: 2016-05-15T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Carmen still wasn’t used to it, the way Alex could simply go away. In one second he was there, all puckish smiles, exuberant, eyes alive and expressive, and the next moment, like a cloud passing in front of the sun, it was all gone. His eyes became cold pits, his mouth a line like a razor cut. She could almost feel the pressure drop in the room, like an oncoming storm front. She came to think of it as his murder face. No grief, no sadness, just murder. She suddenly felt like a spectator in a dangerous world.

Alex clenched his fists. “What happened?”

“Someone hit the RV. With an RPG.”

Alex nodded absently. “Goddamn. Must’ve tracked us when we left Las Cruces. Tagged him when we met the next mornin’. Probably one on the SUV too. That’d explain how they found us at the lawyer’s house.”

Jen said, “Cooper tells me the feds are pretty interested in why a heavily armored recreational vehicle packed with military-grade electronics was attacked with a rocket launcher in the New Mexico desert.”

“Yeah, well, I imagine they would be.” Alex sat down on the couch and stared at his hands. “Goddamn. We shoulda been more careful. I got cocky.”

Carmen sat down beside him and put an arm around his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she said. Alex softened ever so slightly, a nearly imperceptible response to her touch. Jen raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.

“It’s part of the job, losin’ people. It’s war. Don’t mean it ever gets easy. Me an’ Mack, we went back a ways.” He turned to Jen. “Somebody plannin’ a funeral?”

“Yeah. I heard there’s going to be a roundup next week. Cooper’s going to get me the location.” She rubbed the back of her neck. “You want a beer?”

“You got some?”

“In the van.”

Jen returned with bags of groceries and a twelve-pack of Corona. She put the groceries away in the kitchen, then handed the beers out, tapping her bottle neck to theirs. “To Mack.”

“To Mack,” Alex and Carmen said in unison.

Jen sat on the arm of the couch and peered at Alex’s forehead. “I think those stitches can come out now. How’re you feeling?”

Alex shrugged. “Gettin’ better, I guess. Rib still hurts like hell. Still hurts to walk. But nothin’ feels permanent.”

“Good, good. That’s what I like to hear.” Jen went to her van and fetched her medical kit. She set the orange box on the floor and opened the lid, selecting a tiny pair of scissors. One by one, she delicately snipped the sutures in Alex’s forehead, then pulled them out with tweezers. “I want you to take at least another week off before you get back to business.”

“A week? Darlin’, I’m fine. I can kick ass one-legged.”

Jen’s tone grew serious. “Listen to me, Alex. Another week. Even that’s pushing it. You suffered a nice little concussion. If you get hit in the head again before it’s healed, things could get a lot worse. Like, brain damage worse.”

Alex shook his head. “You women, always worryin’.

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