Siren's Secret by Herbert Debbie

Author:Herbert, Debbie [Herbert, Debbie]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9780373885824
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-11-05T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

On the wall, pinned and mounted

Specimens all tagged and counted

Yet hidden in a secret cache

The eyes, they have a special place.

Someone was following him. A blue sedan with tinted windows had been on his tail all morning. Damn, damn, damn. Sweat popped out on his forehead and his head spun. Air. He needed air. Melkie turned the AC on high and sucked in the cold blast like a drowning person surfacing for oxygen. Rebel stuck his nose to the vent, competing for its bracing, cool draft.

Coward.

He’d wimped out last night, skittish that the cop car he’d dodged would show up any second. He should keep driving all the way to Mexico. Leave this stinking hellhole with its perpetual odor of dead fish rotting in swamp water. Nothing tied him here. No friends, no job and if he never saw one of his slutty sisters again, that would suit him fine. Melkie daydreamed about starting over. Him and Reb, living on the outskirts of some hot, dusty hacienda. Couldn’t be hotter or more miserable than this Alabama bayou. And if they made fun of him and his dog, at least he wouldn’t understand the jabbering.

Reality set in. He had no money to start over. It always came down to that. Ten years after her death, and Mom was still screwing him. At least the ramshackle house she’d left provided a rent-free existence. Without it, he’d be homeless.

Better the streets than in prison, the paranoid voice in his head taunted. You gonna live a life of crime, you should be robbing for money and not sticking whores.

Melkie checked the rearview mirror. The sedan followed behind at a discreet distance. He wondered if the mermaid reported his break-in last night. Were the cops trying to keep hidden or were they fucking with his mind on purpose? Just messing with him, Melkie decided. If they had anything concrete, he’d be facedown in the dirt in handcuffs. He felt marginally better.

“Wanna treat, ol’ Reb?” Melkie abruptly turned into the hamburger shack. If he was going down, he’d do it drinking a chocolate milk shake and with Rebel gobbling a cheeseburger. No such luxuries in prison or a hacienda. He dug out a thin wallet from the back pocket of his faded jeans and scraped together change from the console. Yep, his new motto should be Live Big or Bust. This was life on the edge in the bayou.

Rebel drooled as the drive-through window girl handed over the wrapped meat with an expression of amused disgust, as if she was some beauty queen. Why he ought to choke some humility in her, make her... Melkie suppressed the thought, glancing at the sedan parked on the side of the lot, motor running.

The first slurp of the chocolate shake restored a little cheer. Time for some fun with the mystery man behind the tinted windows. Melkie went to the nearest convenience shop and made his purchase. Coming out, he went to the sedan idling nearby and rapped on the window.

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