Black As Night: A Quentin Black Paranormal Mystery (Quentin Black Mystery Book 2) by Andrijeski JC

Author:Andrijeski, JC [Andrijeski, JC]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: White Sun Press
Published: 2015-10-19T16:00:00+00:00

HE DIDN’T LEAVE me alone again for a few days.

Well, I think it was a few days. I don’t know how long it was actually. I couldn’t track time in there. I lost myself in light and dark, in his mind, his whims. I had no idea when he fed us or if he followed any kind of schedule. Food got delivered, we ate, we slept.

All I know is, at some point I woke up and he wasn’t lying next to me.

The room was completely dark.

I lay there, listening for him, but the only breathing I heard was mine.

Images tried to coalesce behind my eyes, memories of what we’d done earlier that night, what must have been hours ago now––hours before I even fell asleep. I shoved the images and sensations back violently, biting my lip hard enough that I tasted blood.

It was becoming a habit with me in here, I’d noticed.

Even so, something in that flickering taste of memory flipped a kind of switch in me.

Once it had, I was suddenly wide, wide awake.

I’d spent the last few days learning anything I could from him, even knowing I’d likely never be able to use any of it. It gave me something to focus on, I guess. It gave me something to accomplish, some goal... maybe because if I didn’t have that, I really would lose hope. I tried to pin him down about Lawless’s grandson, Pete, about where he was being kept. Solonik’s actual answers were vague, but more in the dismissive than the cagey sense. He clearly didn’t think it was important that I know. He said a few words in Thai, but mostly I got images in flashes behind his eyes.

Roiling water, the smell of fish and urine, rusting cages...

It wasn’t until the third time I asked that I realized I was seeing some kind of barge.

I tried to get more specifics, but his mind remained elusive, difficult to pin down.

Near the wats. Near where the killer left his bodies for Solonik to dispose of.

I tried to find out the killer’s identity from him too, since he still insisted it wasn’t him. He guarded the answer to that question more closely for some reason. Loyalty to his employer maybe, despite his annoyance with Mr. Lucky for “hiding” me from him. Loyalty to the killer himself. Whatever his reasons, I definitely got the sense Solonik didn’t want me to know. His thinking around that felt almost personal, but I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what that meant, unless he was friends with the killer in some way.

It almost felt personal in relation to me though, which made no sense to me at all.

Solonik certainly didn’t intend for me to ever get away from him.

Whatever the truth behind the child killer and Solonik, I could feel the clock running down for me. I’d been feeling it the last few times I’d been awake, with more and more urgency. Solonik’s time in Bangkok was drawing to a close.

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