Deadwood Mystery 11 - Devil Days in Deadwood by Ann Charles

Author:Ann Charles
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Ann Charles
Published: 2020-05-29T04:00:00+00:00

“That damned devil butted horns with the wrong Scharfrichter this time,” I said a little over an hour later while sitting on the counter next to the sink in Aunt Zoe’s safe and warm yellow kitchen.

A long hot shower and several pieces of reheated pizza had been good post-traumatic stress therapy, but the glass of lemonade spiked with a double shot of tequila in my hand was a surefire remedy for quelling any remaining near-death jitters. I took a sip of the sweet yet sharp happy juice, glancing up at the ceiling. Addy and Kelly were upstairs playing in Addy’s room while Layne was busy in the living room watching a documentary on mythological monsters throughout history.

Oh, the irony. If Layne hung out with me, I could introduce him to some nasty creatures face to face. Maybe next time I should call a time-out in the midst of running for my life and see if I could get an autograph for my kid.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Aunt Zoe asked me. She was sitting at the table next to Natalie. Her face reminded me of the weather—a mix of dark, angry clouds with more trouble on the way in the forecast.

Natalie sat back in her chair, crossing her arms. “It means we’re going to kick some lidérc ass real soon, right, Madam Executioner? Hey, how about we throw Rex in the ring with you two while we’re at it? You can use him as a human shield during the brawl. Kill two leeches with one mace.”

“Take the ‘we’ out of that whole notion, Beals,” Cooper said from the other side of the sink where he was drying the dishes that Doc was washing.

“You’re not the boss of me, law dog,” she shot back, softening her words with a wink when he frowned at her.

“That damned mule-headed woman will be the death of me,” Cooper grumbled to Doc, drying the plate with enough intensity to rub the finishing glaze off the dish.

Natalie scoffed. “You ain’t seen nothing yet. ‘Stubborn’ is my middle name. Just ask Vi.”

“I thought your middle name was ‘Hell-raiser,’ ” I said, lifting my glass to her and her spunk in a mock toast.

Doc turned my way after he pulled the stopper from the sink drain and grabbed a towel to dry his hands. His eyes had the same haunted look as when I’d returned from my game of tag with the lidérc and its creepy pals.

I raised my glass to him, too—my hero. If it hadn’t been for his directives and the stairway door he’d opened to get me the hell out of that trap, I might not be sitting here.

Doc took the glass from me and downed a big mouthful before handing it back. “That was too close, Killer.”

He’d said the same thing back in Jerry’s office after hugging me so tightly that I could hardly breathe.

“I agree, but now we know what we’re dealing with when it comes to the lidérc.” I set the glass down on the counter and returned to Aunt Zoe.

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