Nancy A. Collins - Sonja Blue 2 - In the Blood.wps by Crystal & Billy

Author:Crystal & Billy [Crystal & Billy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-01-16T23:28:31.392000+00:00

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"So that's Ghost Trap. The guy who built it really was crazy!"

Palmer was perched atop a nearby hill overlooking the infamous manor house, squinting through binoculars at the valley below. Not that he needed them to see Creighton Seward's fevered brainchild-the rambling mansion filled the small dell to overflowing.

Sonja pointed to the center of the grandiose concoction of towers, turrets and flying buttresses. "You can still make out the original house in the middle. It looks like a spider squatting in the middle of a web. See anything?"

Palmer shook his head and lowered the binoculars. "Sealed up like a fuckin' drum.

All the shutters are closed. I spotted what looks like an old stable off to one side-Morgan's sports car's in it. Our boy's here. No doubt about it."

"I never thought he wasn't. I can feel him."

"Looking at that house is making my head hurt." Palmer massaged the bridge of his nose. "I can't imagine anyone actually living in that monstrosity!"

Sonja scowled down at Ghost Trap. Morgan could be anywhere inside its labyrinth-like belly. She glanced up at the afternoon sky, careful not to look directly at the sun. It had taken them three hours, following narrow asphalt roads that twisted through the hills surrounding the Sonoma Valley like black snakes, before they located the isolated area that separated Ghost Trap from the rest of the world.

There were still several hours to go before it got dark and Morgan would stir from his daily coma.

Still, in a place like Ghost Trap, where daylight rarely pierced its heart, Morgan might possibly be up and about. She was loath to mention it to Palmer, but she was in bad need of recharging. It kind of scared her. She used to be able to function perfectly well during the day, but right now she felt like she'd just come off a week-long drunk. The temptation to crawl in the trunk of the car and enjoy a quick nap was strong.

"Put a sock in it," she muttered to the Other as it whined for the seven hundredth and fifty-second time that the sunlight was making it sick.

"Huh?" Palmer looked up from his binoculars.

"I wasn't talking to you."

"Whatever you say."

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