Biting the Bullet (Jaz Parks 3) by Jennifer Rardin

Author:Jennifer Rardin
Format: mobi
Tags: Murder for hire, Jaz (Fictitious character), Assassins, American Science Fiction And Fantasy, Parks, Horror, Contemporary, Fiction - Fantasy, Fiction, Fantasy, Horror - General, Terrorism, General, Science Fiction And Fantasy, Fantasy - Contemporary, Vampires
ISBN: 9780316043564
Publisher: Orbit
Published: 2009-08-25T04:00:00+00:00

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of him myself. But I am going to stand here, right in your face, and call you a fucking pussy!”

Oh boy, did that bring the blood to his face. Apparently the mahghul hadn’t drained Asha of all his emotions. I raced on, so enraged by his lack of action and my own bottomless well of shit that I didn’t give a crap how he reacted to what I said. “Your job is to protect people from others who abuse their powers and you are failing miserably!”

He started to speak, but I held up my hand. “Don’t even try to make excuses. I don’t give a damn what the mahghul did to you. The Council of Five didn’t send someone to replace you after that battle, did they?”

He shook his head.

“So there was nobody else. In fact, there’s been nobody since. You’re it, Asha. You’re all that stands between innocent people and criminal others in this city. And all you’ve done for the last — how long?”

“One hundred years,” he murmured.

“Oh my God, for the last century your only effort on the people’s behalf has been to write the bad guys’ names in a book? No wonder the place is a cesspool! You know, I came to ask for your help. You’re a Power, and I was hoping you’d share just a little of it with me. Just enough so I could do my job, stop a guy who’s killed hundreds of your people and mine, and hopefully save my brother’s life in the process.”

I paused. Had to. The tears that crouched at the back of my throat, waiting for me to consider the men in my family, had to be swallowed. When I’d gulped them down, and then taken a second to marvel that Asha hadn’t slammed his gate in my face but stood rooted to the sidewalk, his mournful eyes glued to mine, I said, “But I can see that’s a waste of time. You decided a long time ago just to sit on your power like a gigantic ostrich, bury your head in the sand, and wait for somebody else to show up to do the hard work.”

The sound of squealing tires distracted me. I turned to look as a van hurtled onto the street. Though it was still maybe five blocks away, the light reflecting off the satellite dish attached to its roof revealed its identity. I’d bet my next paycheck when it pulled up to Asha’s gate the sticker on the side would translate to Channel Fourteen. As soon as I saw the van I felt an ache between my shoulder blades. Confirmation that the vehicle contained one, if not all, of the reavers. How had they found me?

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