I Spy a Demon by Keta Diablo

Author:Keta Diablo [Diablo, Keta]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Keta Diablo
Published: 2019-11-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Hunkered down beneath a large, iron shield, Cecily held her breath, the last one she had left in life. At least it would be when Marcel discovered her. She didn’t want to think about that, couldn’t imagine what he would say...she swallowed hard, or do when he discovered her in the back of the cargo van.

The assortment of weapons on the floor clanked and jangled, and those mounted on the inside panels clattered against the wall as the tires hit the gravel roads, back roads, she assumed. She thanked her lucky stars the sounds might obliterate any unintentional sound she might make.

Marcel’s phone rang, startling her out of her bleak thoughts. Of course, he would have it sitting in a ®WeatherTech CupFone, the same as his other vehicles. Marcel never took unnecessary chances, like talking on the cell while driving. Now that she knew his true calling, maybe that’s why he’d survived thus far. She stifled a snort at the perverse irony. Why would anyone play it safe by securing their cell phone while on route to hunt down a monster?

Marcel’s voice: “You got me.”

Unknown voice: “N.O.M.E.D. Code name?”

Sarcasm rode the summit of Marcel’s calm voice. “You must be new. You first, what’s your code name?”

“Not new asshole, just forgot.”

Marcel’s again. “Hmm, dangerous thing in our world.”

Unknown voice: “Chicken Wire.”

Marcel: “Gaia, here. What ya got for me?”

Chicken Wire: “What’s your location?”

Marcel: “Farm country. Between Des Moines and Quincy.”

Chicken Wire: Hesitation ensued. “That’s Illinois?”

Marcel: “Affirmative. You got something for me or not?”

Chicken Wire: “One of our drones picked up movement near Chesterfield.”

Marcel: “I see it on the map, Missouri.”

Chicken Wire: “Yep, an hour plus twenty from Irondale. That’s your destination, I assume?”

Marcel: “It is now.”

Chicken Wire: “That’s all we have right now. Boss said we’ll let you know if anything else shows up in that area.”

Marcel: “Could be my target. Anything else in a hundred-mile area?”

Chicken Wire: “Negative.”

Marcel: “The drone reported active?”

Chicken Wire: “Active and moving...East.”

Marcel: “Anything changes with that drone report or anything new comes up in the next few hours, call me. Stopping in Hannibal, Missouri for the night.”

Chicken Wire: “Hannibal, huh? Want to bone up on your Mark Twain history?”

Marcel: “Nope, want to stay under the radar in a bigger city.”

Chicken Wire: “I’ll check in tomorrow morning, unless it changes direction.”

Marcel: “He won’t. They always return to the scene, knows someone will come for him.”

Chicken Wire: “Him, huh? How do you know it’s not a her?”

Marcel heaved a troubled sigh. “Calder could have taken out a her.”

Chicken Wire: “Right. Over and out then.”

Marcel: “Ditto.”

It was a good thing Cecily couldn’t talk. After hearing that conversation, a frog had crawled into her throat. She couldn’t speak if she’d wanted to. So Marcel had spoken the truth, at least in part. N.O.M.E.D. served as a command center, drones existed and the network assisted the hunters on their missions. A shudder tore through her. Back at Mae’s house, anger and disbelief had ruled her thinking. And revenge. The revenge and

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