Fugue Macabre: Ghost Dance (Fugue Macabre Trilogy Book 1) by Parker C.J

Author:Parker, C.J. [Parker, C.J.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: LSP Digital, LLC
Published: 2012-06-17T16:00:00+00:00

adrenaline to her brain. She darted away from the window. She was sure she’d moved quickly enough that he’d not seen her. Drawing deep breaths, she tried to slow her heartbeat to a normal pace, but her head began to spin, and she quickly realized she’d only hyperventilate herself.

She moved farther along the building to peer into each window until, at last, she saw Rhonda tied to a rocking chair, gagged, her eyes wide with fear, with a half-formed snake writhing at her feet. Within seconds, Bobbie stood before Rhonda naked. Did the woman have a phobia against clothing? No doubt she had no modesty.

Tabatha turned the corner of the building, hoping to find a door, but found only a solid wall. “Damn! You tear houses down for surplus. Can’t you use some of the damned windows?” She removed one of her shoes, turned her face away and with all the force she could muster hit the window, creating a loud thump, but the glass didn’t break. Well, the jig is up. Phelps had to have heard that. She mentally slapped herself for her acute case of stupidity.

Bobbie rushed toward her, all her bronze beauty naked to the world as she slid the window open. “Think you could make a little more noise, girlfriend? What were you planning to do, crawl over the jagged edges?” Bobbie helped Tabatha though the opening before rushing back to Rhonda’s side.

Tabatha took off her linen duster and handed it to Bobbie. “Phelps is in the front office.”

“Shit!” Bobbie slipped the jacket on and then returned to fumbling with the knots on the ropes restraining Rhonda. “We gotta hurry.” Her hand shook so violently, Tabatha dropped to her knees to help.

“Hello, darlin’.” The deep voice was a cross between a growl and a purr.

A collective gasp echoed inside the quiet room. Bobbie released the knotted rope and swiveled around on her rear. Tabatha didn’t have to look to know whose voice it was. “I’m not your darlin’, Phelps.” She didn’t falter in her attempts to undo Rhonda’s imprisoning knots.

“Mine or nobody’s.”

Tabatha swallowed hard. He’d made his intentions clear in three simple words. The man was delusional. Did he think he could utter such a demand and she’d fall at his feet, declaring her undying love?

“Give me a break.”

When the rope fell away from Rhonda’s wrists, Rhonda grasped the bandana around her mouth and tugged it down to her neck. “Is Shane all right?”

Tabatha nodded. “He’s with Bertha. No one’s going to get to him.”

Rhonda struggled with the ropes at her ankles. “He’s going to kill us.”

Tabatha faced Phelps. He leaned his six-foot body against the doorframe as if he hadn’t a care in the world. His black hair hung just above dark eyes staring back at her. “He wants something from us, and dead, we’re useless to him. What is it, Phelps? What are you and your fanatics after? Is this all a game to you?” She huffed at his cocky smile. “Guardians Against Paranormal Sinners.

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