Angel Fire by Christine Pope

Author:Christine Pope [Pope, Christine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Christine Pope

We decided it would be better if I drove the Night Tours van to the UFO Depot and left it there in case Kara needed it for some reason. She had a spare set of keys, so it wasn’t as if I had to hand them off to her or anything. After that, I slipped into the passenger seat of Martin’s black Taurus — we’d already stowed my suitcase in the trunk — and leaned my head back and watched the dark town pass by outside the car windows.

Midnight had come and gone, so the streets were deserted. Even the places that stayed open late in Uptown had shut down for the night by that hour, and so the place had a weird, almost post-apocalyptic feel to it, as if the aliens had already done their worst and eradicated the entire human population.

I must have made some sort of sound, because Martin glanced over at me and asked, “You all right?”

“I think so.” I shrugged and shifted in my seat. “Guess I just feel off, what with that dream and being out this late. I stay up late sometimes in the summer, especially if we’re running tours, but….”

At first, he didn’t reply, but only took us through the last stretch of shops and hotels before we got to the dark road that led up into the canyon. “You’ll feel better once we’re at the cabin. Fifteen minutes at the most.”

That sounded good. Although some part of me didn’t want to fall asleep ever again — not if I had that waiting for me on the other side — I knew I had to get some rest, some real sleep. And Martin had promised me I would be safe once I was tucked back into the cabin.

So I only nodded and stared out the window, not seeing much except the little reflectors along the roadside, since of course there were no streetlights out here. Once, a truck passed us heading south into town, and I wondered what business it was that took the driver into Sedona at this time of night. Heading home after a swing shift in Flagstaff? Possibly, although most regular commuters took the main highway because you could never count on the canyon road to be open at this time of year.

These sorts of idle thoughts kept my mind occupied until we pulled onto the narrow lane that led down into the Forest Houses resort. Because of the way the place was laid out, we still had a slight hike from the parking area to the cabin, but I found I didn’t mind. The air was bitterly cold, and yet it felt fresh and clean in my lungs, helping to clear out the lingering dregs from my nightmare. Somewhere off to my left, I could hear the creek chattering its way over the stones, and that reassured me as well. The creek would protect me. I was safe here.

Martin unlocked the door and let me inside. The fire

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