Omens: A Cainsville Novel by Kelley Armstrong

Author:Kelley Armstrong
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Occult, Mystery, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Horror, Contemporary, Thriller & Suspense, Fantasy, Paranormal & Urban, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction
ISBN: 184744511X
Publisher: Dutton Adult
Published: 2013-08-20T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

As we were leaving Marlotte’s place, Gabriel checked his e-mail. One so engrossed him that he walked right past the car.

“Everything okay?” I called.

“Hmm.”

I figured that was all I was getting. Not surprising. I’d only asked to be polite. When we got into the car, though, he started it up and said, “You won’t need to worry about Niles Gunderson anymore.”

My heart thudded, and I said nothing. Then he looked over, frowning slightly, and I realized some response was required.

“Been locked up in the psych ward again, has he?” I said, as casually as I could.

Gabriel’s head tilted. A barely perceptible movement, but I noticed it, and I knew what it meant—that behind those dark shades, his eyes were studying mine. I had to force myself not to turn away. After a moment, I said, “Gabriel?”

He put the car into reverse and backed from the spot.

“After the incident at your house, I was concerned that Mr. Gunderson might be a problem for you. I put out a request to various contacts, asking to be alerted if he spoke to the media or issued a threat of any sort.”

Again, silence. Again, a split second too late I realized a response was required.

“Thank you,” I said.

He glanced over at me. Was my tone too casual? As if I’d known that Niles Gunderson wasn’t a threat—and why.

“You are my client,” he said. “As such, I will look after your interests. It seems, though, that it was unnecessary. Niles Gunderson was found dead in his apartment this morning.”

“What?”

Gabriel paused. I was sure I’d sounded shocked enough. Too shocked? Damn it. I should tell him.

Why? To clear my conscience? Leaving Niles dead in his kitchen was wrong, but if I admitted that, I’d only be burdening—and entrusting—Gabriel with my secret.

“He’s been dead a few days, it seems,” Gabriel continued. “Natural causes. It doesn’t affect our investigation, but we will need to temporarily avoid contacting his daughter.”

“Okay,” I said, and lapsed into silence for the rest of the trip.

• • •

My phone rang while I was still sound asleep, and I leapt up, thinking I was late for work. I was so paranoid that I had two alarms for my 7 a.m. shifts—a bedside clock and the one on my phone. In my old life, the only time I woke before eight was when I had an early flight. My biological clock wasn’t liking the new world order.

When I glanced at the clock, though, I saw that it was just past five thirty. I fumbled for my phone and peered at the screen.

Gabriel.

Why would—? Oh, shit. The article. I’d been sure it wouldn’t run today. Lores still had to write it and sell it.

I answered. “The article ran, didn’t it?”

“Good morning to you, too. Yes, it did.”

“How bad?”

“Not bad at all. I think you’ll be pleased. My apologies for calling so early, but I have court today and I know you’re on the day shift. I’ve e-mailed you the article. I thought you’d want to take a look as soon as possible.

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