Tymber Dalton by Love & Brimstone

Author:Love & Brimstone
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 1619263823
Publisher: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
Published: 2012-02-07T16:17:31+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Anastazia wanted to walk the boardwalk trail around the geyser basin. Albert glanced at his watch. “You’ve got time, but you have to take them with you.” He indicated the guards.

“You’re not coming?”

“This is one place we can almost guarantee you’re safe. And you’ll have them.”

“If I’m safe, why do I need Moe, Larry, and Curly?”

“Because Matthias refuses to take chances with your life.”

“I thought there were things you wanted me to work on.”

“There are.” He stood. “You’ll probably figure out at least one of them on your walk. We’ll talk later.” He glanced at the guards and lowered his voice so only she could hear. “Do not look them in the eye. Please, do not compromise them. Your anger is not at them. It’s at Matthias. Don’t risk their lives.”

She felt odd but soon realized the guards blended in with the surroundings. Of course they would. They were trained to protect and serve and to become one with the wallpaper. They didn’t speak to her, and she didn’t try to make them uncomfortable by striking up conversations. She understood their orders and why they had to follow them.

She damn sure didn’t want to put them at physical risk.

The tallest one she dubbed Moe, and noticed that Larry, who had short, curly hair, and Curly, who was bald as a cue ball, hung behind a few steps. Moe walked beside her, just close enough the casual observer would think they were a couple. She took pictures of the geysers and stopped to watch a bison near the boardwalk. The men cautiously put themselves between her and the large animal. As she watched it looked up at her with huge brown eyes like deep pools.

“Walk away,” she thought to it.

Surprisingly, it turned and left. Maybe that was one of the “things” Albert referred to.

“Huh.” She’d have to ask Matthias about that later.

If he was speaking to her.

At one point she stopped and closed her eyes and inhaled. Crisp pine. Harsh sulfur. Now she placed Babson’s weird scent at the office before he attacked her—sulfur.

Her eyes flew open. Sweat.

She stole a glance at Curly, who was wearing a navy-blue jacket. The other two wore white windbreakers. Curly’s dark jacket absorbed the sun and made him hot. Around his neck and on his upper lip and forehead, small beads of perspiration glistened in the sun. He had to keep his jacket zipped to hide the gun he wore holstered under his left arm.

Gun oil. She could smell it. Two of them used the same brand, the third a different one.

Holy crap, I’ve got a super sniffer!

She walked in a daze, no longer looking, but smelling.

The boardwalk wound close to a stand of trees. She smelled something different and looked up to spot an osprey nest high in the branches above her.

She’d always had a sensitive sense of smell, which was why she didn’t wear perfume. She’d always chocked it up to allergies. How about hearing? Closing her eyes, she tried to focus on the sounds.

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