Glass Predator (Harmony Black Series Book 3) by Schaefer Craig

Author:Schaefer, Craig [Schaefer, Craig]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
ISBN: 9781477822982
Publisher: 47North
Published: 2017-03-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chicago to New York was an hour and a half on a shuttle flight. Cutting through a stormy sky, dropping hard at the edge of the city, watching skyscrapers stand in ragged gray strips of cloud like tattered banners. We landed at LaGuardia in a shoe-box terminal at the back end of the airport—the whole team this time. April taking the lead as the four of us crossed the concourse. Jessie seemed a little more relaxed, less insistent on keeping April and Kevin at arm’s length. She didn’t frenzy when we went up against Nadine, and I think we both hoped her control over her powers was gradually coming back.

While she got them set up at the hotel, I reached out to Nowak. Same place, one hour, was his terse response.

Black clouds loomed over the Hudson and smothered the late-afternoon sun, turning the sky over Chelsea Piers to a smoky amber gloom. Not many people out on the cold, choppy waters now, just a lone sailboat gamely making its way upriver, trying to get ahead of the rain. Icy driblets pelted my face as I got out of the cab, a promise of storms to come.

Gerard Nowak stood at the water’s edge, a thick cardboard binder under one arm, the collar of his gray trench coat turned up against the cold.

“It’s Roth,” I told him, “and he’s looking to wipe the slate clean.”

He nodded, resigned. He wore every year and every sleepless night in the lines on his face.

“I suspected as such,” Gerard said. “This is a complete copy of the Glass Predator dossier—minus, of course, anything that could incriminate me. Do as you will. I’m leaving. I have a flight to Belize, and I won’t be back until the dust settles. Under no circumstances will we meet again.”

Jessie took the binder and shook his hand.

“Thanks for the help.”

“Don’t thank me,” he said. “I didn’t hand you a gun, I handed you a ticking bomb. You have to remember the thing about bombs. They’re nondiscriminatory. It doesn’t matter if you’re just or unjust, deserving or undeserving, only how close you’re standing when it goes off. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a plane to catch.”

A storm cloud swallowed the sun whole. Out on the water, I caught a glimmer of light. Just a pinprick—pulling my gaze to the lone sailboat as it caught a gust and picked up speed, skating the Hudson.

Then came a distant crack, like the snap of the wind against canvas sails. And Nowak crumpled to the ground in a fine red mist with his skull perforated by a bullet.

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