The Kindred by L. L. Foster

Author:L. L. Foster [Foster, L. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Paranormal, Fantasy, Supernatural, Horror, Occult Fiction, Romantic Suspense Novels, Psychopaths
ISBN: 9780515146905
Google: AgjbOkhsCjUC
Publisher: Jove
Published: 2008-12-31T13:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Dressed in jeans and a faded T-shirt that read “I have a license to kill,” and his most

worn leather jacket, Luther escorted Ann into the vacated department store. At the street

level, the windows were boarded shut and the doors locked. But around back, through the

alley entrance, rough-looking men gave directions to the basement.

In case anyone watched, they said nothing as they crossed the open spaces and located

the stairwell that led to the underground area. Halfway down the stairs, they could hear

the repetitive music and the buzz of a large crowd.

Girding himself, Luther put a hand to Ann’s back and stepped into the rave. The

second the door shut behind them, suffocating darkness crowded in. Loud, computer-

generated music set his eardrums to vibrating. Artificial fog floated in and out of

shadows, highlighted by flashing laser lights.

Luther held Ann’s arm until he got his bearings. He could smell weed, alcohol, and

sweat. At thirty-two, he’d be one of the older partiers, but as his eyes adjusted, he saw

kids in their early teens and adults old enough to know better.

Near Ann’s ear, he said, “Remember to stay alert. I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

Blonde hair loose and makeup overdone, Ann nodded. “Yes, my instincts are kicking

up a fuss big-time.” She smiled at him, looking like a very sexy knockout. Mort was a

lucky guy. “I won’t take any unnecessary chances, believe me.”

What kind of chance did she consider “necessary”?

Luther made a noncommittal sound. The sweater Ann had chosen showed more

cleavage than he’d realized she possessed, and her jeans were so tight they fit her like her

skin. She’d be drawing attention, no doubt about it. Already several freaks sent her

scurrilous glances filled with lascivious intent.

His hand on her arm tightened. “If anyone tries to give you anything—”

“Oh please.” The music blared and the strobe-light effect disoriented. “You don’t have

to warn me about accepting drinks, Luther. I’m not an idiot.”

Damn it, he didn’t like this. But Ann was as competent a police detective as he’d ever

met. Only her smaller stature and femaleness made her less capable in physical

confrontations.

She turned to him. “We should separate.”

“No way.”

“We’ll find out more if we’re on our own.” She nodded toward a willowy woman with

breasts showing through a net bra, and long legs in leather pants. The woman licked her

lips at Luther. “We’ll each have our flirts and find out what we can. I’ll meet you back at

the entrance in an hour. If anything goes down, you’ll hear gunshots, trust me.”

He caught her by the nape of the neck. “Your gunshots. Not anyone else’s.”

“That’s the plan.”

Knowing she was right, that they would accomplish more apart, Luther finally relented.

“Fine. But I mean it, Ann. Take no chances.”

“Sure thing, Daddy.” She touched his face, then faded into the gyrating crowd,

swallowed by bodies and smoke and menacing jeopardy.

Luther saw a woman accept a pil from a man, knocking it back with a shot of liquor.

Another man danced with two women, one at his front and one at his back, both of them

groping him. A woman climbed atop a table and began stripping.

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