Dead witch walking [The Hollows Book 1] by Kim Harrison

Author:Kim Harrison
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Tags: Morgan, Serial Murders, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fiction, Romance, Supernatural, Fantasy - General, American Science Fiction And Fantasy, Bounty hunters, Rachel (Fictitious character), Occult Fiction, Suspense Fiction, Horror Tales, Fantasy Fiction, Fiction - Fantasy, Cincinnati (Ohio), American, Witches, Fantasy - Dark, Women bounty hunters, Mystery & Detective - General, Vampires, Mystery & Detective, Contemporary, General, Fantasy, Gothic, Science Fiction And Fantasy, Horror, Fantasy - Contemporary
ISBN: 9780060572969
Publisher: New York : HarperTorch, c2004.
Published: 2004-04-06T05:00:00+00:00

"Your eight-thirty is early," he said. "Shall I accompany Mr. Percy back?"

"Percy!" I squeaked, andTrent glanced at me.Not Francis Percy !

"Yes,"Trent said slowly. "Please do."

Swell, I thought as Jonathan ducked into the hallway and eased the door shut behind him. Francis's interrupted interview. I paced the perimeter of my cage, nervous. My muscles were loosening, and the movement felt painfully good. I stopped as I realizedTrent hadn't taken his gaze off me. Under his questioning look, I slunk into my hut, ashamed somehow.

I foundTrent was still watching me as I curled my tail about myself, draping it across my nose to keep it warm. "Don't be angry with Jon," he said softly. "He takes his station seriously—as he should. If you push him too far, he'll kill you. Let's hope you don't need to learn the same lesson he does."

I lifted my lip to show my teeth, not liking him giving me wise-old-man crap.

A whiny voice pulled both our attentions to the hallway. Francis. I had told him I could turn into a mink.

If he made the right connection, I was as good as dead. Well, more dead than I was. I didn't want him to see me. Neither, apparently, didTrent .

"Mmmm, yes," he said, hastily getting up and shifting one of his floor plants to hide my cage. It was a peace lily, and I could see past its wide leaves and still stay hidden. There was a knock, andTrent called,

"Come in."

"No, really," Francis was saying as Jonathan all but pushed him in.

From behind the plant, I watched Francis meetTrent 's eyes and swallow hard. "Uh, hello, Mr.

Kalamack," he stammered, coming to an awkward standstill. He looked more unkempt than usual, one of his laces peeping out from under his pants almost undone, and his stubble having grown from potentially attractive to ugly. His black hair lay flat, and his squinty eyes had faint, tired lines at the corners. It was likely Francis hadn't been to bed yet, coming out for his interview atTrent 's convenience rather than the I.S.'s.

Trentsaid nothing. He went to sit, easing behind his desk with the relaxed tension of a predator settling in beside the water hole.

Francis glanced at Jonathan, his shoulders hunched. There was the sound of sliding polyester as he pushed up his jacket sleeves, then pulled them back down. Tossing his hair from his eyes, Francis edged to the chair and sat on the very end. Stress drew the features on his triangular face tight, especially when Jonathan closed the door and stood behind him with his arms crossed and his feet spread wide. My attention flicked between them. What was going on?

"Would you explain yesterday to me?"Trent said with a smooth casualness.

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Confusion made me blink, then my mouth dropped open in understanding.Frances worked forTrent ? It would explain his fast advancement, not to mention how a short-order cook such as himself made witch.

A chill ran through me. This arrangement wasn't with the I.S.'s blessing. The I.

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