A Touch Too Much: A New Templar Knights Novella (Caitlin Kelley: Monster Hunter Book 2) by Theresa Glover

Author:Theresa Glover [Glover, Theresa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Falstaff Books
Published: 2018-10-03T22:00:00+00:00

Sister Betty sat in the pew, her arm around the androgynous young African-American person with a tight cap of curls, long eyelashes, and a strong jaw. The young person curled against Sister Betty as if under a protective wing, drinking in her murmured words of comfort. Father Callahan and I stood a respectful distance away with Marty, our backs mostly to them to provide more privacy.

“How’d it happen?” I asked my two partners.

“I asked Riley,” Marty nodded at the young person in the pew, “about the nightmares and whether they remembered being touched while walking around the city.”

I snorted at the immense challenge the question posed. Pinpointing one unexpected touch in any city, much less one with such a robust nighttime scene, would be virtually impossible. They could have been touched anywhere with deliberation, or like the man in the airport, by accident. “I can imagine how that went.”

Marty nodded, his lips a grim line. “About as well as you’d expect. The locust nightmare is one they’ve had all their lives, but two nights ago, it became more vivid than before.”

“Does that correlate to being out in crowds at all?”

“Only with a day of travel and their arrival in the city.” Marty shrugged. “How exactly are we supposed to track this thing, and if we find it—”

“When we find it,” I corrected.

“—what are we supposed to do with it?”

“Where’s…” I stopped. “Where’s Riley staying?”

“The Wyndham. About a block away from us.”

I nodded, thinking. The nightmare might be contained to the French Quarter, since all the disturbances had happened within its boundaries. Eight, maybe ten, blocks total.

“Are you going to answer me?” Marty asked, more out of exasperation than real frustration. He hadn’t turned pink or bug-eyed yet.

“I’m thinking.”

“Oh. That’s what I smell. I thought it was barbequed bugs,” he quipped.

I walked to the back of the church toward the rails of votives and stared down into the flickering candle flames. The solution felt close. As if the pieces were there, but not in the right order. Maybe some still upside down. As much as I’d learned about the nightmares, I didn’t have the full picture. But I still had Cooper and Madame Sabine.

I spun back to Marty and Father Callahan, who stopped their conversation in surprise. “I have an idea.”

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