Chimera (The Weaver Series Book 1) by Murphrey Vaun

Author:Murphrey, Vaun [Murphrey, Vaun]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Artemis Femme
Published: 2014-07-29T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven: By the Way

I thought my first decision was going to be to tell Maggie about Silver and me, but I needed a positive way to do it. Should I do it in the Web? Should I tell her right away about Kara? I wasn’t sure how to approach it.

The Suburban rolled up to the gates, and one of the guards came out of a smaller opening in the fence to inspect the vehicle and visit with Malcolm for a second. After the guard entered the compound again and gave the okay, two other guards went out to unlock and open the gates.

I asked Malcolm, “Are you guys always on this level of readiness or is this recent?”

Malcolm looked at me then glanced at Kara. “Later. Hey, Mighty Mouth, where are you supposed to meet James?”

I pointed out the windshield to a person walking about a hundred yards out. “That him?”

“Yeah, that’s my brother,” Kara replied. “How come he doesn’t get an annoying nickname?”

Malcolm chuckled. “Give it time. It’ll happen.”

Kara looked at me. “I guess I’ll see you later. Here, have your jacket back.”

She almost looked sad to leave me. She did puppy dog eyes well. I gave her a quick, impulsive hug. The passenger door popped opened, and Kara slid to the ground. As she jogged to her brother, it put me in mind of a fleet-footed, loping gazelle.

Malcolm nudged me with an elbow. “I need to return this thing to the motor pool and then we can head over to your house to mount the lights on the exterior. You up for that?”

At my nod he gunned the engine, turning the Suburban to the right and staying at the perimeter of the compound fence. Other tire tracks indicated this was the usual route. I hadn’t seen ruts anywhere else around the buildings and the main roads where people walked. Perhaps it was to keep the vehicles from tearing up the unpaved ground or a safety issue for the children that ran freely playing in the evenings. Malcolm turned left to follow the turn of the fence line, then drove all the way down to the end where there was an enormous area of parked cars and an aluminum building with big bay doors. Malcolm threw the keys on the dash, hopped out of the driver’s seat, and grabbed all of our purchases from town. I only had to carry my bag and coat, so I got off light.

An older, white-haired man waved at Malcolm from the garage and Malcolm yelled out, “I left the keys on the dash, Tim.” The older man gave a thumbs up in response.

The day was warming, and I asked Malcolm, “How hot is it supposed to get today? It feels like it’s already seventy degrees out and it’s only about nine thirty in the morning. I thought it was December.”

“Welcome to West Texas, Dynamite. It rains, snows, hails, and swelters like the Savannah all in one week, sometimes on the same day.”

Some of the mud puddles were already a crusted lighter brown around the edges.

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