Max and Finn by L.B. Gregg

Author:L.B. Gregg
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2012-09-15T00:00:00+00:00

To: B. Danvers ([email protected])

From: Finn ([email protected])

Five students have reported their keys missing in Millbrook: Bangor, Hemmi, Eric, Wells, and Jesse. Four are in my advisee group. I think that’s noteworthy. I don’t believe that this incident is related to Sam’s problem. We should probably change all the locks and issue new keys.

Finn

Chapter Six

I was sore on Tuesday. I got through the morning with a hot shower, two cups of coffee and an Advil. I ate breakfast alone in my apartment and skipped lunch in the dining hall. By five after three I’d only seen Max once—sunglasses on, dark blazer, tie, FBI—as he moved about campus with a walkie-talkie widget hanging from his ear. He looked like he was shuffling someone in the witness protection program on to the next locale. He was professional and detached, and yes, I was hiding from him. My ass hurt, I was tired and I was concerned for Hemmi.

I scanned the throng of blue blazer-wearing teenagers constantly, searching obsessively for Colton. Is this what Max did all day? It seemed like everyone had become a threat. Finally I had to get on with my own job and I had to trust Max to do his.

It was Halloween, which mattered not at all in the daily life of our prep school. Tonight, in lieu of the second half of study hall, we’d get dressed up and head over to the school clubhouse for the Halloween dance. Roughly translated, that meant lots of togas and tarts, but still fun. Unlike public school dances I’d attended as an awkward teenager in Smithfield, these boarding school kids really danced at theirs. They lived together 24/7 and they knew how to unwind.

Max joined us for our hike, taking up the rear, no pun intended. He was distant and that tic was back in his cheek. He’d changed for the hike into boots, faded jeans and a deep green polar fleece. It made his gray eyes look green. Not that I noticed. My gaze drifted downward. Where was the gun this afternoon? In his sock? I knew what secrets hid under those clothes and I couldn’t see any telltale differences.

As usual, he was so fucking remote I didn’t attempt to speak with him.

We hiked. That’s what we were there for. It was another picturesque October day, crisp and clear. The sun slowly slipped behind the trees, yet we still had plenty of daylight left to make it down to Little Bear Run and back before dinner. We took the beautifully maintained trail on the north side of campus that lead into the state forest. Leaves covered the ground and the crackle of our boots smashing the foliage into dust kept time with the antics of the students in this group—most of them performing arts kids. They sang and chattered and basically terrified the wildlife into hiding. I smiled, zipped my jacket a bit higher and hefted the school-mandated first aid kit, attractively concealed in a camo backpack.

It was a

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.