Fourth Grave Beneath My Feet (Charley Davidson) by Jones Darynda

Author:Jones, Darynda [Jones, Darynda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781405521840
Publisher: Piatkus
Published: 2012-10-30T00:00:00+00:00

I stepped out of Pari’s shop just as my phone rang.

Speaking of whom, “Hey, Par.”

“Where the heck are you?”

I stopped and looked around. “Right here. Where are you?”

“You’re here?”

“Here where?”

“Charley.”

“Pari.”

“You’re supposed to meet my dates.”

“Oh, right. That’s where I am. I’m almost there.”

“Are you sure? Because we’re on a pretty tight schedule.”

“Positive.” Knowing it’d take me forever to get a parking space, I took off in a full-out sprint. I may not look good when I got there, but I’d be damned if I was late. Or, well, later.

Fortunately, the Frontier was a mere two blocks away. I thought about ordering a carne adovada burrito and a sweet roll before sitting with Pari and—did she say dates? As in more than one? But she might hurt me. Still, their sweet rolls were a thing of beauty.

The Frontier was an odd sort of place just across from the University of New Mexico. It ran the length of several partially divided rooms. I finally found Pari and her dates in the very last one. There weren’t many people in that part. Several students were having a Bible study group in one corner, and a homeless man named Iggy sat at a booth off by himself. Pari and her dates—literally, as there were three men sitting with her—were stashed in the farthest corner.

This wouldn’t be awkward at all.

She brightened when she saw me and motioned me over, looking only mildly ridiculous in her sunglasses, knowing I would be there.

“Hey, you!” She stood for a hug. “I haven’t seen you in forever. How weird that we’d run into each other here.”

Oh, okay, we were playing that game. I wished she would’ve filled me in. I thought we were playing the I-have-trust-issues game. Why else would she want me to sit there and measure their honesty while she grilled them?

“This is Mark, Fabian, and Theo. Guys, this is Charley. She sees dead people.”

I rolled my eyes. I closed them first so no one would see, but the minute my lids locked down, my eyes did somersaults.

She laughed and patted my back hard enough to dislodge my esophagus. Maybe she was perturbed that I was late. “Just kidding.” She waved a dismissive hand at them. “Nobody can see dead people. You should join us.”

Before I could answer, she shoved me into the nearest chair. This was going to be the worst dates I’d ever been on. Though she had good taste, I’d give her that. They all had varying degrees of dark hair and tan skin. Mark and Fabian were Hispanic, and Theo was Caucasian with something else thrown in for good measure. Possibly Asian.

“So, Mark,” she said, sitting beside me, “have you ever been arrested for kiddie porn?”

Oddly enough, my forehead dropped into the palm of my hand.

But Mark was good-natured enough to laugh it off. “Well, so far nobody’s found my stash.”

After an appreciative laugh, she turned to Theo. “How about you?”

Theo was a little less accepting. “Am I being interrogated?”

Pari snorted. “What? Absolutely not.

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