Never Say Sever in Deadwood by Ann Charles

Author:Ann Charles [Charles, Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: The Deadwood Mystery Series
Publisher: Ann Charles
Published: 2021-06-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

“She got me, too, damn it!” Cooper growled.

I looked down. He lay flat on his back on the tiled floor. Under the bright overhead lights, I could see a vein pulsing in his forehead. His eyes were hard and sharp like two silver daggers aimed up at me.

But I didn’t care. I was happy to see I had company, even if it was a bristly law dog. “How’d you get down there?”

“How in the hell did I get here, wherever the fuck we are?” He pushed to his feet and then poked me in the shoulder. Hard. “This is your fault, Parker.”

Ouch. I rubbed my shoulder. Apparently I was back to feeling something other than the cold tingling touch of the banshee. I could hear Cooper loud and clear, too, including the underlying fury clipping off the end of his words, so my sight, sound, and touch senses were still online.

I grimaced at him. He was obviously still waiting for an explanation. “Oops.”

Cooper probably should have let go of me when Doc told him to.

“ ‘Oops’? Is that all you have to say for landing us …” he glanced around. “Where the hell did you take us?”

Rather than bask in the glow of his huffiness, I took inventory of our surroundings, trying to figure out myself where we’d ended up. It didn’t take more than a glance to see we were in the same place—the top floor of the old jail, but things felt slightly different. Brighter for one thing, with the lights on and white light blaring in through the barred windows. Also, the walls were painted a cool mint green instead of sea blue, giving the jail a fresh, sterilized feel. The place smelled musty, same as before, but with hints of sourness underlying a coating of ammonia or some other nose-burning disinfectant.

“It’s clear where we are,” I told him. “The better question is when in time are we at this moment. Or is it the same timeline, only a matter of some other plane or realm?”

And where was the banshee? Had I left her behind?

“Christ.” Cooper plowed his fingers through his hair. “This supernatural shit makes no goddamned sense.”

“Tell me about it.”

I spun in a slow circle. It was easier to see the size and layout of the place in the light. There was one group cell that would sleep four men. This was the same cell Doc had been sitting in when we’d entered the jail room. This group-holding pen was almost twice as big as one of the cells in the modern-day Deadwood police station. I knew that from first-hand experience, thanks to the big bozo grumbling next to me.

On the opposite side of the large cell were three narrow single cells, including the one we were standing next to, and one slightly roomier caged area with an open shower stall and sink. That must have been where the prisoners showered, right here in front of one and all. Each of the cells had a stainless-steel toilet and a small sink as well.

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