Murder on Masaya (Kea Wright Mysteries Book 3) by RJ Corgan

Author:RJ Corgan [Corgan, RJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-02-23T22:00:00+00:00

“I CAN tell that you’re awake,” a male voice said. “You’ve stopped snoring.”

“I never snore,” Kea protested feebly. “Must be Masaya. Probably has sleep apnea. Have a hard time finding a big enough CPAP machine though.”

“Are you getting enough oxygen?” Luis crouched into her field of vision. “You’re not making much sense.”

“Oh yeah? Well, maybe you’re not getting enough oxygen!” Kea shot back, oddly proud of the childish retort. Words and energy still seemed beyond her reach. “I did all the things, climbed all the way down, did the thing with thing, and then the …” she broke off, consumed by a coughing fit. She blinked slowly when finished, as if making sure she hadn’t hurled up any vital organs. “Then, this horribleness of … gah ... So, you … you do better!”

“Kea.” His gloved hand touched her brow, smoothing away the strands of hair encrusted on her cheeks. “Everything will be okay. It is being taken care of. I promise.”

In a fit of sudden anger, Kea rolled her head out from under his hand. She found herself blinking at the semicolon tattooed on her wrist. It reminded her of something important, something she needed to do.

“Luis.” She spoke his name as if recognizing him for the first time. Squinting in the darkness she saw the others sitting close behind him, pretending not to listen. “What was I saying? I don’t remember … where’s …”

“Everything’s fine,” Luis said quickly. “Kea, stop. You’re going to hurt yourself.” He placed his hands firmly on her shoulders and pressed her against the rock floor. “We’ve let everyone know that you’re okay, but do you have any messages for anyone?”

It was like having three Manhattan’s, Kea thought, the feeling of calm that blanketed her. She could see things happening, could smell Masaya’s sulfurous perfume over the rank stench of her own foul clothes, but it was like she was watching it on television. She had the desperate urge to switch the channel. She was vaguely aware Luis had asked her something, something important.

Before she slipped into sleep once more, she remembered to say, “Tell Mack I’m sorry.”

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