The Fugitive Legacy by LMBPN Publishing & Michael Anderle

Author:LMBPN Publishing & Michael Anderle [Bateman, E.G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing

They had made good time given how late it was and were close to the bar when she looked out. “You can drop me here.” The last thing she wanted was for Mike to see where she lived.

“Your stuff’s still at work, remember?” Lexi had forgotten. She nodded.

He let them into the bar which had long since closed, and she retrieved her bag. When she returned to his office, he held some notes out.

She looked at the money. “That’s twice what we agreed.”

“You might need it. I wouldn’t like this job to go south for want of a few dollars. Heidi’s depending on you.”

With an inward sigh, she took the money, nodded her thanks, and left. She stood in the shadows and waited for his car to pull away. It had taken much longer than usual. She crept to the bar and inched to the back. Quietly, she hopped the fence, took her knife out, and slipped it along the edge of the ground-level window, feeling for the catch. It opened, and she slid into the basement.

Lexi had slept on a pile of collapsed boxes at the bar from the first night she arrived. She crept through the darkness to the corner where the boxes were usually stored but something was different.

A little anxious, she took her cell phone out. It was a cheap burner and had never rung. The only text messages were updates from the service provider, but it had a flash that she used as a flashlight. She flicked the light on. Instead of the pile of boxes, a camp bed had been set up with a sleeping bag, a sandwich, and a couple of cans of coke.

“That sneaky sonofabitch.” With a grin, she climbed into the sleeping bag and lay back to wonder if she might dream of Bryan. She took a glass vial from the lining of her leather vest. When she held it up to the light, she could see it was almost empty. It had been a few weeks since she’d managed to get it from a vamp in a Portland, Oregon, blood den. She pulled the stopper out, placed her finger over the opening, and carefully shook a little of the vampire blood onto her fingertip, then drew it down the middle of her tongue.

The blood coursed through her. The night turned into day, but she no longer worried about her eyes as she’d grown accustomed to the blood. She stoppered the bottle and replaced it in the lining of her vest. With her eyes closed, she tried to find the memories that had been taken away from her over the years through countless Kindred counselings.

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