Undead and Underwater by Maryjanice Davidson

Author:Maryjanice Davidson [Davidson, MaryJanice]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Vampires, Fantasy, Romance, Humour
ISBN: 9780425253328
Amazon: 0425253325
Barnesnoble: 0425253325
Goodreads: 15788084
Publisher: Berkley
Published: 2013-03-05T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER

TWELVE

“Don’t look!” Madison hissed.

Too late. “Oh, what fresh hell is this?” Fred muttered, trying to stare without staring.

“They’re here? That’s them? Yesssss!” Betsy pumped her fist. “What luck! Let’s go get ’em.”

As Fred tried not to gape at the vampire with admiration, Jonas shook his head. “Luck isn’t the first word that popped into my brain,” he said, also trying to look without looking.

“Jonas, please get Madison the fuck out of here right now,” Fred said, keeping a smile on her face and projecting I’m not worried, I’m not worried, what bad guys? as hard as she could. “Go somewhere safe; do not linger.”

“Madison, have I mentioned the deplorable state of your split ends? I know,” he said, rising and cutting her off before she could speak, “you’ve had other things on your mind. But accidentally setting up your old boss to be murdered and then getting your mom to send the king and queen of the vampires to town to hang out in Faneuil Hall drinking smoothies is no excuse. So we’re off to a friend’s salon. Sure it’s late, and sure we’re exhausted, but your hair, Madison, your hair. Did I mention the friend’s wife is a homicide detective for our fair city? I’m thinking at least three inches off the ends.” Jonas unhurriedly strolled with Madison toward the exit opposite the approaching bad guys. Fred had to admire the sheer slickness of the man. She knew he was afraid and she knew he didn’t want to leave her. But he also knew Madison was the most vulnerable . . . and the most frightened. I might only have one friend, but he’s a keeper. Better one Jonas than a thousand friends not half as wonderful.

“He would have been so perfect for my dead doctor.” Betsy sighed.

“How many brains can you hijack at once?”

“Uh, sorry? Oh. Oh!” Betsy was watching the men approach, looking as unconcerned as Fred was—she hoped. “Mojo, you mean. Um . . . one?”

“That leaves me with two.”

“Good work, Dr. Bimm! You’re, like, soooo good at math.”

“You realize when you talk like that you make my ears bleed, right?”

“I didn’t before; I guess it’s, like, a bonus.”

Fred groaned. Vampires channeling valley girls. Maybe I’ll luck out and these three will kill us. Death can’t be worse than this whole awful evening.

The men approached, taking their time. Dressed, Fred thought gloomily, for ass kicking: casual pants, pressed polo shirts (one in indigo blue, one in brown, one in black), dark socks, loafers. They all had cell phones clipped to their belts, but Fred could see no guns. Their hair color ranged from blond to brown, and all sported military-short haircuts. Two of them had dark eyes; the shortest brunette (short being relative; they were all at least six feet) had blue eyes. All were trim and muscular; they moved like a team. They had done things together. Probably a lot of things.

Soldiers, Fred realized, feeling her heart drop to her ankles. Some kind of soldiers; these are not random baddies.

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