Dying by the Hour (A Jesse Sullivan Novel Book 2)

Author:Kory M. Shrum [Shrum, Kory M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Timberlane Press
Published: 2014-09-02T00:00:00+00:00

Liza asks me a lot of questions as we walk A lot of questions about me: when did I first die? How? When did my powers show up? Why did they show up?

By the time we finally see Gloria’s face, I’m foot sore and exhausted. My thighs are already starting to stiffen from chasing Liza. Our room is warm compared to the chill of the September afternoon. My bed in particular is soft and inviting in the lamp’s soft glow, as Gloria has the shades pulled tight.

I quickly catch Gloria up on our meeting at the coffeehouse and the subsequent parking lot fiasco while Liza looks around our room. She is particularly interested in Gloria’s sketches, the few she’d taped to the wall above the desk while I was gone. The second Gloria sees her looking, she takes them down and stuffs them back into her sketchbook protectively.

“Aren’t you worried about housekeeping?” Liza asks. She’s completely unfazed by the fact that some of those pictures were of her.

“We keep the Do Not Disturb sign on the door,” I say.

“Smart,” she says and takes a seat on the end of my bed, bouncing.

“Liza thinks I’m part piss.”

Liza’s ears turn red. “Partis.”

“A part of what?” Gloria asks. When I raise an eyebrow at her recognition of the word she adds. “Partis is latin for ‘a part of’.” She turns back to Liza. “What is she ‘a part of’?”

Liza shrugs, eyeing that sketchbook again. But Gloria has no intention of letting the girl have it. Liza looks away as if to prove she doesn’t care about the sketches.

“Do you think that’s why we’re on Caldwell’s list?” I ask. “Because of our abilities?”

She leans forward. “Caldwell has a list that you’ve seen? How did you manage that?”

I don’t want to mention Brinkley just yet. “Yeah, it’s his death list, apparently. And you’re number 1 and I’m number 2. We figured you saw something in Philadelphia and that’s why you ran. We know about your handler.”

She reddens in the cheeks to match her ears. “They found the body in the river.”

“Sorry.”

“I kept moving,” she says. “I was taking my time, trying to throw them off my trail, you know?”

“Who?”

“The ones that killed my handler,” she says.

"The ones" is pretty vague. “Yeah, but did you get a good look at them? Anything that can help us identify them?”

“It was dark.”

Vague again.

“Why do you want to go to St. Louis?” Gloria asks. I don’t point out that Liza never said St. Louis.

She pauses. “There’s someone there that I want to meet.”

Gloria’s eyes narrow. “So you believe only certain NRD-positives are partis?”

“Yep.” She turns to me. “Do you know of any others with gifts?”

Gloria is the first to speak. “2% of the population has NRD. You’re looking at 140 million potential partis.”

“But there’s not really that many people with NRD,” I chime in. “The international branches of the Church have done a good job of implementing upon death head severance to prevent NRD in most developing countries. And

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