Night Moves by Gail Z. Martin & Larry N. Martin

Author:Gail Z. Martin & Larry N. Martin [Martin, Gail Z. & Martin, Larry N.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Falstaff Books
Published: 2019-08-14T16:00:00+00:00

5

After I helped Chiara clean up, I headed over to meet up with Father Leo. He was waiting with his go-bag at the rectory, dressed in a black t-shirt complete with clerical collar, dark jeans, and Doc Martens. Since he’s Occulatum, he’s also good in a fight, and he taught me most of what I know. When we were done with the lamia, I knew he’d be on board helping to protect Phoebe and her friends.

“I know where the lamia is,” I told him as he got into my truck. “And I’m ninety-nine percent sure the woman in white is a warning, not a threat. I think she was trying to warn the kids, and the readings the psychic got were from whoever’s controlling the lamia.” That was more in line with the lore about the woman in white as a harbinger, and it squared with Butch and Sundance’s “outside actors” theory, too.

“That one percent can bite you in the ass,” Leo warned, throwing his bag in the back seat and fastening his seatbelt.

“Don’t I know it.” I glanced at the clock. We still had enough daylight left to get into position and get set up. “I think whoever’s behind this found out about Phoebe and her friends’ abilities and decided to attack them to throw suspicion on the local covens. Probably riled up Sheepy to get the covens paranoid, too.”

“The sheepsquatch didn’t hurt anyone,” Father Leo pointed out. “But the lamia blinded that boy.”

I nodded. “Yeah. I think the puppet master in this is upping the ante.”

Leo glanced at the highway signs. “Why are we heading to Meadville, if Jon was attacked in Hadley?”

“Because from the vision Simon had, and what Carl and Phoebe picked up, I think the person behind this is keeping the lamia in one place and forcing it to appear where they want it to attack.”

He raised an eyebrow. “That kind of magic would take a lot of energy.”

“Or a relic that amplifies power. We already know the lamia isn’t a native cryptid. If he could summon one to Pennsylvania from Greece, moving it around once it’s here would be easy, by comparison.”

While we drove, I filled Father Leo in on my plan, and the special equipment I had in the back of the truck. I drove very responsibly because I didn’t want to jostle the crate of pre-filled Molotov cocktails, and I sure as hell didn’t want a State Trooper finding my gear.

Once we got to Meadville, I wound through back streets, climbing a long hill until we got to Livermore Road and the spot that I figured had to be the lamia’s lair—or holding pen. We weren’t far from Tamarack Lake, where the sheepsquatch attacks took place, which made me all the more certain this was the right place.

A gravel driveway led to an overgrown parking lot. To my left was the bathhouse with peeling white paint, surrounded by a mangled and rusted chain-link fence, just like in Phoebe’s vision.

“What is this place?” Father Leo asked as we got out of the truck.

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