Blood Rain (Shadow Detective Book 3) by Massa William

Author:Massa, William [Massa, William]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Critical Mass Publishing
Published: 2017-05-03T16:00:00+00:00

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The morning sun burned down on me as my eyes snapped open. I lay sprawled on a sidewalk, marinating in a miasma of blood and sweat. As I peered up at my gritty surroundings, I realized I’d been dumped on the loft’s doorstep.

They know where we live, was my first thought.

Marek didn’t fear us. In fact, he felt so sure of himself and whatever horrible plan he was cooking up, he was willing to provide us with front row seats to the terrible spectacle.

Marek’s arrogance gave me hope that Skulick and I might find a chink in the fiend’s armor. He had mentioned a storm. What did he mean by that? And could his plan have something to do with the high-rise murder?

My head ached. I had too many questions and not enough caffeine. Not to mention that a vampire had snacked on me—who knows how many pints of blood I’d lost. I was glad to be alive, but my aching bones and the blood-encrusted gash in my throat made it difficult to maintain a positive attitude.

Groggily, I staggered to my feet, my face feeling hot to the touch, feverish almost. Draining me wasn’t enough to turn me into a vampire, but like any wound, a bite could become infected if not properly taken care of.

As soon as I lurched into the loft, Skulick’s wheelchair buzzed toward me, his disapproving gaze sweeping over me. His expression changed when he realized this wasn’t another walk of shame after a night of carousing.

“What happened? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, peachy,” I rasped, gingerly touching the wound on my neck.

“How did you get that mark?” my partner asked in a shaky voice, pointing at my neck. The question echoed hollowly in our loft. I’d never seen Skulick so scared before.

“I ran into an old buddy of yours. He sends his regards.”

Skulick’s’ face went white. This wasn’t a subject to be making jokes about but I couldn’t help myself. My dark sense of humor was a life raft in the ocean of craziness threatening to sweep me away.

I dragged myself over to a nearby mirror and froze. Two twin puncture wounds marred the skin of my neck, one vertical and one horizontal, together forming a cross. Talk about mocking the mythos surrounding vampires. The cross-bite had been Marek’s signature. He’d marked all his victims, including Skulick’s fiancée, in a similar manner. The bite was the real message here.

“How can Marek be back?” I asked. “I thought you and Dad destroyed him.”

“That makes two of us. It’s impossible...”

Impossible, unless Dad lied to you, I mused. Perhaps he wanted you to believe that Marek was out of the picture so you could move on. “Well, it sure seemed possible last night when he attacked me. Marek survived somehow, and now he’s back. And he’s planning something terrible.”

I quickly brought Skulick up to speed. I expected him to scold me for entering the wrecking yard without back-up, but he merely listened to my tale in rapt silence. When I

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