The Dinosaur Heist (Josh Glassman Adventures Book 2) by K.B. Spangler

Author:K.B. Spangler [Spangler, K.B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: AGAHF Books
Published: 2019-01-29T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

I stayed in the coffee shop as Chanda walked up to the corner, crossed the street, and started down the sidewalk which ran in front of the nonprofit’s building. I had been watching how Chanda carried herself for the last sixteen hours with deep appreciation, but now she had added something to her steps which was utterly captivating. The way she moved was less a woman out for a Saturday afternoon stroll and more a piece of art.

It wasn’t predatory. It was in no way predatory! If she was merely a predator, then that implied the man was prey, and nine out of ten times the predator misses their prey.

As she walked past the nonprofit, she smiled at the guard.

He stood and followed her as cleanly as if she had inserted a hook in his mouth.

I tossed my coffee cup in the trash, and got moving. Across the street, up the stairs, and into the small office. It had been divided into two sections, with a large gift shop on one side, and a reception area with a young woman behind an overladen desk on the other. The woman was in her early twenties, and her hair was clipped into a friendly blond pixie cut, with streaks of pink and purple here and there.

And her blue eyes were slightly touched with red.

“Can I help—oh!” She pushed herself to her feet and leaned over the desk. “Josh Glassman? You are Josh Glassman, right?”

“Yes.” I smiled at her, and offered my hand. “Nice to meet you, Ms…?”

“Call me Blue,” she said, clasping my hand as if it offered a connection with another world. “Like the color.”

“Hello, Blue,” I said, and brushed the fingers of my free hand against hers before I let her go. “A friend recommended I come down here and check out your organization. Can you tell me what you do?”

“Yes, yes, of course!” She came around the desk, eager to help. “We’re an international outreach agency…”

She kept going. It was a canned speech, and she had obviously given it enough times to overlook the holes in it. No nonprofit organization helped refugees, acted as a travel agent for Americans, and also functioned as a local gift shop for imported goods. As she gave me the tour, I idly wondered if the owners of this tiny scheme trafficked in illegal drugs, antiquities, or just the many straight-up variants of human misery.

I love people. Love them. Cannot live without them. But sometimes certain segments of humanity can go fuck themselves.

Now, to figure out if Blue was aware of her employer’s shenanigans, or if she was simply a pretty face that they had hired to sell the occasional scented candle.

I did something that some of the other folks in OACET’s management might consider a slight no-no…I sent a ping to her phone. As soon as her phone vibrated, she jumped and spun, and checked the display. I had used a fake number, so she stuffed it back into her pocket.

“Boyfriend?” I asked her.

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