Dead on Delivery by Rendahl Eileen

Author:Rendahl, Eileen
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Berkley
Published: 2010-12-30T16:00:00+00:00

I HAD LEFT THE DOLL LEGS IN THEIR ZIPLOC PRISON AND PUT the bag inside a little lead box that Mae had given me as a gift. Lead stopped radiation. Surely it could at least slow down voodoo or whatever this was. I had put it in the trunk of the Buick as far from me as I could get it. I hoped that and a healthy dose of self-awareness would keep it from driving me crazy all the way to Elmville. I had driven down on autopilot, chewing over what I’d learned.

Right after I left Pelayo’s office, I pulled the car over on the side of the highway. With a certain amount of distaste, I retrieved the box from the trunk and brought it up into the front seat with me. I opened the box and the bag. If I wanted to listen to the legs, I was going to have to let them out in the open.

I pulled back onto the street.

I’d gone about two miles when I felt the spider crawling across my neck. I kept my eyes on the road and my hands on the wheel. It wasn’t easy and I was guessing that I’d be taking a scalding hot shower the second I got home, but for now, I was going to live with the sensation.

I managed to drive into downtown Elmville without leaping around in my car, swatting at imaginary insects. If only they gave out awards for those kinds of things. I tried to open my senses more to the legs. It wasn’t easy. The more open I made myself, the more real the sensations of ants crawling on my arms, spiders down my back and cobwebs across my face became.

I gritted my teeth, which quite honestly is very counterproductive to the whole opening process, and tried again. Through the creepy crawlies, I felt a push toward F Street. With a huge sense of relief, I closed myself off enough so that I could drive, and found a parking spot.

I sealed the legs up, shoved them in my pocket and started down the street. I kept my hands clenched at my sides, fighting the urge to slap at my arms and brush things off my face. I didn’t need to call any more attention to myself than was absolutely necessary. Finally, I felt the urge to walk into the Canyon Café. It was just the way Sophie had described it. I knew that was where I was supposed to go. Nothing whispered in my ear. No unseen force shoved me. Something in me responded to something in those nasty half-burnt legs and I knew I needed to go into the café. The hostess seated me and I ordered a cup of coffee and waited.

I’d been there about five minutes when the woman at the table next to me began to scratch at her arm. The guy across from her began brushing at the back of his neck a few minutes later.

Then it spread to the booths along the wall.

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