Pretty When They Collide: A Novella in the Pretty When She Dies Universe (Volume 4) by Rhiannon Frater

Author:Rhiannon Frater [Frater, Rhiannon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781482663112
Amazon: 1482663112
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2013-03-14T00:00:00+00:00

The strains of a PJ Harvey song woke Cassandra. Gasping, groggy, and disoriented, she flailed about until she found the cellphone.

“Hello,” she grunted.

“Cassandra, how is my favorite girl?” Scott’s voice asked.

“Okay. What’s up?” Rubbing her face, she slid up into a sitting position.

“I have a new job for you. A very lucrative one.”

A chill slid down Cassandra’s spine.

“Oh?”

“Yes, it’s in West Texas outside of Marfa. Not that far from home for you.”

“Scott, you’ve obviously never been to Texas. I’m in East Texas. That’s over a day drive for me.”

“Oh. Well, anyway. It’s the procurement of a Chinese artifact. Our client would like it returned to his home country.”

“Is this a norm or a super?”

“Supernatural. The person possessing the relic is a vampire named Frank.”

Cassandra swallowed. “Frank?”

“Yes. Frank.”

“Kind of a stupid name for a vampire,” she said, the déjà vu hitting her hard.

“His name is really Francois,” Scott answered. “He’s French.”

“French, huh?” Wincing, she ran her fingers through her hair. The dream had been real. Shit.

“Yes, originally. What does it matter?”

“What’s the danger level on this?”

“Minor. He’s a low level vampire with no supernatural guards. You’ll be able to get in and out of his place relatively easily. He’s going to be out of town this weekend.”

Closing her eyes, Cassandra pondered Aimee’s plea. “That’s really short notice.”

“Make it work, Cassandra,” Scott said, his voice even, but full of steel. “You won’t regret taking this job. You’ll be exceedingly well paid.”

“So the client is Chinese, huh? Did you talk to him?”

“I talked to his people. You know how it is. No direct contact.”

Pressing her tingling hand to her cheek, Cassandra took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. So Frank was using a dummy contact to set the trap. That made sense. She didn’t want to think of Aimee’s desperate plea, but it echoed in her soul. “Okay. Email me the deets.”

“Excellent.” Scott hung up.

Holding the cellphone against her breasts, Cassandra sighed. “Shit. Why do pretty women always get me in trouble?”

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