Boyfriend from Hell (Saturn's Daughters) by Quaid Jamie

Author:Quaid, Jamie [Quaid, Jamie]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Simon & Schuster UK
Published: 2012-09-24T23:00:00+00:00

17

I left Milo to guard my new place while I traveled with Jane back to the old one, slipping inside from the rear. I stayed inside packing up clothes and dishes while the truck guys hauled out my bed and couch. They reported looky-loos in the parking lot, but that happens with any moving activity. I still had to assume my spies were suspicious and keeping an eye on the movers.

Before Jane’s friends finished packing up the trucks, I merrily went out the front, faking a limp, waved at the Escalade, and climbed into my Miata, praying no one had had time to tamper with it overnight. Since the SUV seemed to stay in the lot, I didn’t know who they had tailing me. Whoever it was, I intended to keep them very occupied while the guys moved my stuff to the new apartment. Anything Jane might have thought she owed me was completely wiped out by the convenience of having friends with trucks.

I stopped at Goodwill and happily picked up some new ankle-breaking shoes and a few other necessities at a penny-per-pound price, then moseyed on to the library to do some research for one of my finals and to poke around a little more on Senator Vanderventer. Not unexpectedly, his name and that of Max’s wealthy family, the MacNeills, turned up regularly together. I didn’t run a genealogy, but from the stories it looked like there might even be a family connection.

It seemed beyond odd that a rich senator would be driving himself, much less banking near the Zone. So I could have been looking for someone who had permission to use his vehicle. Damn. I didn’t want a chauffeur to be guilty. My trailer trash prejudices were definitely showing.

I drove to Chesty’s and put in a few hours cleaning up during the lunch hour, though on Saturday the big business came later and Ernesto wouldn’t need me again until the dinner crowd.

Jane called to say the truck with my stuff was on the way. Leaving the Miata parked at the restaurant, I slipped down back alleys toward my new place. Now that I could walk without pain, I was kind of liking the proximity to my jobs, although I didn’t like leaving my new car in the Zone, even if it distracted spies.

I could have sworn the Zone had added two new Dumpsters and a new angle in the alley since I’d been out here last. I skirted as far around the tin bins as I could and jogged faster, glad that it was broad daylight. Dipping statues had been amusing. Moving behemoths were not, especially if evil lurked inside them.

I had no way of sneaking inside the apartment without being seen, but I’d worked out that problem. In the alley behind the Victorian, I pulled on a bright yellow Indian tunic spangled in funky little mirrors that I’d bought in my bargain bag. I knew I couldn’t hope to fool the spies forever, but pretending to be someone else just for a while would be fun.

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