Judgement Day by J E Taylor

Author:J E Taylor [Taylor, J E]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Lucifer, CJ Ryan, battle, Death, ghosts
Publisher: JET-Fueled Fiction
Published: 2019-06-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

My eyes fluttered open at the slowing of the car. I licked the dryness from my lips and swallowed the pasty taste of sleep from my mouth. The partially crumbled sign for Overbrook Asylum loomed before us. And beyond, large dumpsters piled with debris and construction equipment dotted the mostly cleared landscape.

“Your research sucked,” I said in a raspy voice.

CJ pulled the car to a stop. “It seems so,” he replied and pulled his phone from the holder, then texted Valerie. When he finished, he plugged the address of our next stop into the GPS and then turned the car off.

When he stepped out and stretched, I climbed out of the car as well.

“Do you want me to drive?”

“No. We have to drive through the city, and you’re too new at driving to do that.” He walked around the car and leaned on the hood with his phone in his hand.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure the other places I had listed aren’t going to be a waste of time.” He glanced over his shoulder at me. “As much as I like road trips, I don’t want to keep hopping from one to another to another that don’t fit the profile.”

I nodded. It was just wasting time. Time we really didn’t have.

“Did Mrs. Ryan get back to you about your idea?”

He put his finger up. “Hang on a minute.”

I leaned against the car next to him and scanned what he was looking at. It seemed the next few places on the list weren’t ruled out by tours or construction. He flipped to his messages and pressed play on an attachment Valerie had sent. It showed Tom and April sitting on a blanket having a picnic. Tom was framed by light. April wasn’t.

CJ sucked in his bottom lip and played the video again. “We might be able to fix the lighting,” he said, but his voice didn’t sound all that sure.

“At least Tom looks solid and not ghostly.”

CJ raised his eyebrows and nodded before he pulled the GPS back up. “It’s going to be another couple of hours before we get to Staten Island. I need to fill up the car before we hit the highway again. Did you want something to drink for the ride?”

“Sure.”

He handed me a twenty-dollar bill. “You can grab me a coffee while you’re getting something for yourself.” He turned and got back into the car.

I followed and put on my seat belt while he spun us out of there and back onto the main road. He pulled into a gas station with a convenience store, and while he topped off the tank, I went inside to hit the restroom and then find something that struck my fancy to drink.

The drinks were easy, but it was the fast-food section that had me lingering. I stared at the chip selection with a coffee in one hand and a sports drink tucked under my arm. Nothing jumped out at me. I walked down the sweets aisle and stopped in front of the packages of frosted cream-filled cakes.

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