Campari Crimson by Traci Andrighetti

Author:Traci Andrighetti [Andrighetti, Traci]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Traci Andrighetti
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

With eyes in ADHD mode, I lay rigor mortis–like on the pallet between my bed and the wall. It was one a.m., and sleep was nowhere in sight. The narrow space again evoked a coffin, and thanks to my recent burial, it seemed especially closed in. But there was no way I’d bunk with Nonna given her Bride of Dracula gown. And nowhere outside my bedroom was safe with my brother in town.

“Dio mio!”

I jumped even though the cry had come from Santina in the living room. And I wished the nonne’s Netflix binge-watchathon would end. After Interview with a Vampire, they’d started the sequel, Queen of the Damned. Between their wailing and everything that had happened, from Bradley and Sullivan to the case and the coffin, I related to the title.

Where was Bradley, and what was he doing besides not calling me? Granted, I hadn’t phoned him back, but I expected him to fight a little harder for my affections. It seemed the least a man in love would do.

I was disappointed in Sullivan as well. I’d left him a message about my stint in the coffin, and no matter how hurt his feelings were about my rebuff, I expected him to contact me. But so far, my near death hadn’t warranted so much as a text.

As I ran through my missing persons list, I couldn’t help but think of Craig. Although I hadn’t seen him at the party, I suspected him of trying to do me in. After all, his absence would give him an alibi. He could tell the police he was at his grandma’s instead of putting me in my grave.

Regardless of whether the coffin-closer was Craig or even Domenic, one of them hadn’t wanted me to live to talk about those hospital beds in The Dungeon. Or those IV and blood bags. But what were they doing with the stuff? Were they drinking it with Campari? Or was I way off base?

One thing I was sure about, the coffin incident had convinced me that I’d been followed when I left Anthony at Madame Moiselle’s. And if Craig was the culprit, he could target David or the vassal at the frat house.

I pulled my phone from the nightstand to check on the boys. It rang in my hand. Pam? At this hour?

I tapped Answer and heard the noise of a crowd. “What’s happening?”

“The retirement home dude is here.”

“Thomas?” I sat up. “Where?”

“On my Vampires and Victims tour, man. Where else?”

“Why would he take the same tour again?”

“How should I know, man? Maybe bloodsuckers are his bag.”

The conversation reminded me of a Cheech and Chong skit I’d seen on YouTube, but without the Maui Wowie. “Reveling in tales of people getting the life drained out of them is a strange bag to have, especially since he was on the tour with Gregg.”

“Yeah, at first I thought the cat was just square, but he’s hippy dippy looney tunes.”

There was so much I could say to that it was almost unfair.

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