Down Home Zombie Blues by Linnea Sinclair

Author:Linnea Sinclair [Sinclair, Linnea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Fiction, General, cookie429, Kat, Extratorrents
ISBN: 9780553904376
Publisher: Bantam
Published: 2007-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

15

The street cop called Theo Petrakos wanted to be first through his kitchen door, gun out, clearing each room for Jorie. But Detective Sergeant Petrakos knew Jorie had a much better chance of recognizing her own people and assessing any potential Tresh threat than he did. So—with great reluctance—he shoved his ego into his back pocket, kept his Glock holstered, and agreed to let her take point. He’d follow and cover her with the laser pistol on stun.

They reached the corner of his house and stopped. She pulled her scanner out.

“Dead zone?” he whispered, not sure if a yes was good or bad news.

She shook her head. “Only my MOD-tech. Nothing from the ship. No response from my team’s transcomms.”

“And people?”

“Incomplete data.” She frowned, tapping the screen, then: “Tamlynne.” There was hope in her voice. “I’m reading Tamlynne!”

Tammy was in there but not answering. If she was singing in the shower and unaware anyone was trying to reach her, he’d gladly help Jorie bust her lieutenant down to ensign.

“Okay,” he said. “Let’s go.”

They flanked his back door for a moment, listening. No cursing, no crashing of furniture. But that was the way fights happened in his world, not hers. He remembered the soft, eerie hum of the laser fire as it split the air in Gulfview. It gave a whole new meaning to the term deathly quiet.

At her nod he yanked the screen door open, then, as it bumped against his shoulder, twisted the doorknob and shoved. She inched in quickly, crouching, pistol out, eyes narrowed, focused.

He muffled the sound of the door closing with his foot and then was right behind her, swinging his laser pistol opposite to hers, looking left when she looked right. His kitchen was empty, a half-filled glass of water sitting on the drainboard by the sink. He saw her eyes widen as she stared at it. He didn’t know why, but it was important. And it troubled her.

She squatted down quickly on the right side of the doorway to his living room, motioning for him to follow suit.

He dropped down, one shoulder against the refrigerator, adrenaline surging.

And then he realized what else was wrong. It was too quiet. Every other time the space commandos had been in his back bedroom, he’d had to keep the kitchen radio on to mask their conversation.

There was no sound in his house. None at all. Not even the shower running.

With a sinking feeling Theo realized they had come back too late. He was about to walk in on his second homicide crime scene in two days. But the killers would never be brought to justice.

Jorie switched her pistol to her left hand and brought the scanner up in her right. She balanced it on her thigh and tapped furiously at it, frowning, glancing up in the direction of his living room, then frowning again.

Finally she stopped and brought her hand and the pistol to her lips in a clumsy signal for silence. At least, that’s what he hoped she was signaling.

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