Killing Rites (Book 4) by Hanover M. L. N

Author:Hanover, M. L. N. [Hanover, M. L. N.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Fantasy, Fiction, Contemporary, General
ISBN: 9781439176368
Publisher: Pocket Books
Published: 2011-11-29T08:00:00+00:00

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led into the slush and gravel of the parking lot, I was amazed by the number of cars. It was eight o’clock, and apparently still the height of the dinner rush. Ramón and Marcos let me out and headed back to the road with my gratitude and a sense of being relieved to be done with me. I turned and considered the front doors. I knew I looked like hell. I didn’t want word of me to spread back to Ex and Chapin, so marching straight in seemed unwise. Freezing in the parking lot was also not a great plan. I walked quickly around the side of the building. I could hear voices from inside the restaurant, shouting over the radio. The truck’s heater had taken the edge off my cold, but I was still barefoot in the snow. I needed to get into shelter.

Midian’s RV was dark but unlocked. I didn’t know what it used for a heater, but the air was warm and close. The only light was a tiny fluorescent bulb over the stovetop. Clean dishes were stacked beside the sink. A magnet with a scorpion encased in plastic pinned an envelope to the fridge. Somewhere under the sink, a water heater burbled and hissed. No one else was there.

I sat down on the little couch and cradled my feet. After a few minutes, I stumbled to the back and pulled a comforter off Midian’s bed to curl up in. I was shivering hard, my body reacting to the cold and abuse and hellish day I’d just suffered. I didn’t figure Midian would mind if I messed up his bed. The cotton and down stank of old cigarettes, but I didn’t care. I folded myself onto the miniature couchlike thing, pulled the comforter around my head, and waited to get warm. Twelve hours ago, I’d been driving in toward San Esteban.

I thought about the little condo near the ski valley. It had my clothes. My laptop. The leather backpack I used as a purse was with Ex and the priests, along with my wallet, my credit cards, my cell phone. I wondered what they were doing now. Searching for me, no doubt, but I’d always been hard to locate magically, everything I owned with a GPS chip was somewhere else, and the trail of my footsteps in the snow ended at the highway. So far even Midian didn’t know I was here. The ashtray-stinking darkness was about as safe as I was going to get.

When Midian’s shift was over and he came back home, I could talk to him about it. Make a plan. I kept telling myself that. Feeling seeped back into my arms and legs. My toes hurt like hell, and one place near my little toe was still numb. But everywhere I pressed white went pink again when I let up the pressure, so I seemed to have avoided frostbite. I took the Ace bandage off of my arm, throwing the exorcist’s medallion in the sink.

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