Songbird at Midnight by John McDonough

Author:John McDonough
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: science fiction scifi adventure, magical realism, paranormal empathic psychic bard, mystery and conspiracy for men, noir amateur sleuth or detective cowboy, Austin Texas musician sax player singer, Fae Celtic Irish myths and legends, supernatural empath thriller books for guys
Publisher: Charming Dragon Press
Published: 2020-02-28T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Another voice spoke up through my helmet’s comm unit. It was Conrad. “We’re parked off the highway. Close. Fan, I’m sure you’re prepared to engage. The rest of you, keep your heads down.”

Engage?

“Roger. I’ll ‘Betty Boop’ our new friend,” Fan said.

Fan shook out a fresh cigarette from her pack then lit up. Then she struck a pose on her motorcycle that, even from where I stood, could not be ignored by any straight man with a pair of eyes. Unless the Chinese turned out to be some ‘going his own way’ type. Then we’d need a fresh approach.

I knew of a few ‘approaches’ I wanted to use.

Fan’s green and white racing jacket was unzipped, and her matching striped leather pants fit her like spray paint. The smoke she puffed out into the cool air only enhanced her exotic beauty that much more.

Asian Betty Boop was sexy-dangerous all right. I had to steer my mind back to business after it wandered off to the earlier restroom rendezvous.

A few seconds was all I was going to get, regardless.

Sophie alerted us through the helmet comm: “The Escalade is here! It’s pulling in. I believe the driver is alone.”

“Sorry, Lucky. Looks like I gotta cut our convo short.” I kept my eyes on the gas pumps, and a white SUV pulled off the two-lane highway and wheeled around toward a parking spot alongside the smoke shop.

“Don’t worry about me, kid. Do what you gotta do. I’m gonna pack up. Sounds like things getting a little too interesting for my taste...”

A rustling of fabrics and paper came from behind me, and I knew Lucky was folding his blanket and cleaning up his lunch. “Probably smart,” I replied.

The Escalade parked a few meters from Fan, who was side-straddling her motorcycle near the double-door entrance to Harmony. The muscles in my back tensed up as the scene unfolded, so I cracked my neck with a head tilt to the side and then stretched to loosen up some more.

Come on out, motherfucker.

I couldn’t see the driver’s side of the SUV from my angle, but I saw a head peek above the car’s roof as he exited. If it was the Chinese, he was just as big as Connie Winter had described him. Not quite my height, but easily over six feet.

I wished hard for a pair of binoculars right then, so I did the next best thing and grabbed my iPad, and used its camera zoom to take a better look. By the time I’d done that, the driver stood close by Fan and the two were talking.

The Chinese was tall, with jet black hair—and the right side of his face, that profile facing me as it so happened, had an obvious tattoo. He wasn’t all in black though. Instead, he dressed more like a character out of an anime, flamboyantly attired in a light blue suit and tie, with a pink shirt.

Chiang. The sharp-dressed son of a bitch. I reached for my helmet’s microphone again. “It’s him.

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