Cosega Shift (The Cosega Sequence Book 3) by Brandt Legg

Author:Brandt Legg
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781935070061
Publisher: Laughing Rain
Published: 2014-11-14T11:00:00+00:00

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Rip waited for the Crying Man, who, for the first time, seemed to be at a loss, as if he were trying to create a way to answer Rip’s question and describe what happened to the Cosegans. After a few moments, he simply shook his head. The music changed. There was an absence that Rip couldn’t place at first. The chanting and whispers were gone, replaced by a hum with something organic about it. Perhaps the sound of a distant earthquake.

The Crying Man stared into Rip’s eyes, communicating in this new telepathic language of emotions. Rip thought he understood, “There’s nothing left to see.” Or perhaps, “There’s nothing left to say.”

A knock on the bedroom door grabbed Rip’s attention. When he turned back to the Eysen, the Crying Man was gone, the trees fading. Rip put the Eysen in his pack, then, remembering what Booker had said, slung it over his shoulder.

Maybe it was an NSA agent, Rip thought, picturing Dyce and Elpate silently killed, adding to the long list of deaths he had caused.

“Rip, it’s Elpate. You got a girl in there or something? Let me in, man.”

Rip opened the door.

“Dude,” Elpate, said looking around in an exaggerated manner. “Is she underage or what?”

“Sorry, I’m just working. I’m paranoid.”

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you break the law. That’s why I’m all legit.” Elpate laughed. “Want to buy some pot?” he asked, laughing louder.

“No, but I appreciate your putting me up. I know it’s a risk you don’t need.”

“That’s okay brother. We’re so far off the beaten path, no one is going to find you. Hell, they would have been here by now. Of course you don’t have to worry, no one is going to ever be able to get past the twisty lock on your doorknob.” He roared with laughter.

Rip couldn’t help but laugh at his own ridiculousness. “Come in,” he said to the over-the-hill former drug dealer. After all, it was his house. Dyce and Elpate had put their lives on hold for him and for no other reason than that Rip’s dad was a friend of Dyce’s and Elpate was a friend of Dyce. If not for them, Rip would be in a federal prison or dead instead of having conversations with an eleven-million-year-old entity.

“So what’re you working on back here all secret and hush-hush?”

“An old artifact.”

“Dyce told me that much,” the old Mexican said. With his short, white ponytail and glassy eyes, he looked like he’d been stoned since the 1960s. “But it’s cool if you don’t want me to know. If the federalies torture me, I’d tell them everything. I’m un poco afraid of pain.” He winced. “In fact, I’m scared of anything scary.”

“The truth is Elpate, I don’t exactly know what it is. I need time to figure out what it is.”

“Take all the time you need, brother. But you’re eating my food, and that’s cool, but I, ya know, like to see some gratitude. Nothing much, just a little cash for grass every now and then.

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