Caitlin Kelley--Monster Hunter 1 by Theresa Glover

Author:Theresa Glover [Glover, Theresa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Falstaff Books
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

8

The red tail lights of the car shrunk into the distance as we stood outside of Saint Louis Cemetery Number One. “You’d think they’d be surprised when someone wants to go cemetery at night,” Marty said, putting the bag on the ground, angling it into the streetlight glow from across the street. Yellow-orange light gleamed off the guns inside.

“Are you kidding? This is probably the easiest place to blend in. Outside of Bourbon Street, of course. And with the cargo we’ve got, I’d rather avoid as many tourists as possible.”

“We should have Uber’d. After Tallahassee, I’m sure my rating is horrible.”

“I told you we could have walked.”

“And I was too drunk to listen. That’s why I puked.” He looked around. “So, you ready to strap up?”

The streetlights at the end of the block changed, and a single car approached on the other side of the street. None of the buildings or fixtures had obvious cameras, but it wasn’t worth taking a chance. I stared at the wall. “I wish I’d known it was white.”

“I told you we should have Googled it.”

“And when do I ever listen?”

“Fair point.” He slung the bag across his shoulder, hefting the lock at the barred gate. “So how’re we dealing with this?”

“We’re not,” I said, my hand out for the bag.

“What?”

I slid the straps over both shoulders, squatted, and laced my fingers together in an upward facing cup. “Alley-oop.”

He stared at my hands, took a step back, and shook his head. “Nuh uh. Last time I ended up with a broken finger.”

“Unless you’ve put in some time at the gym I don’t know about, you are going to struggle scaling this wall.”

“I could just wait out here.”

“With a bag full of guns? In New Orleans?”

He shrugged. “I’ll be all right.”

“Then let me object. It’s a shitty idea, especially if that dog is in there. I’ll need back up, no matter how sketchy your aim is.”

“My aim isn’t sketchy.”

“Right.” I nodded toward my hands. “Step up.”

With a heavy sigh, Marty put one foot in my hands, and I boosted him. As he rolled over the wall, the crash wasn’t as loud or as curse-laden as I expected, but then again, it wasn’t very tall. He muttered on the other side.

I jumped and caught the top of the wall, the rough stucco abrading my fingertips. “All the better to scrape off fingerprints,” I said as I hoisted myself over.

Marty rubbed his elbows and handed me the holsters for the 1911s. “You need to show me how to do that.”

“You need to build muscle.” I flexed and grinned before adjusting the holster, the leather slung low on my hip, a reassuring weight. “Then, someday, you can carry the big boy guns like me.”

“You look like a character from a video game.”

I looked down at myself, guns strapped to each thigh. “Nah. My boobs aren’t pointy enough.”

Even the dark couldn’t hide his eye roll.

Low, stone buildings loomed in the half-light that crested the stucco wall at my back. “Don’t forget,” I said, threading my arms through another holster, “this is a capture mission.

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