Binding the Shadows by Jenn Bennett

Author:Jenn Bennett [Bennett, Jenn]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fantasy
ISBN: 9781451695113
Google: NRI8QVe03QgC
Amazon: B00A2815MM
Publisher: Pocket Books
Published: 2013-01-01T06:00:00+00:00

I half expected someone named Peter Little to reside inside a toadstool in Smurf Village, but after the funeral, Lon drove us to a fancy condo overlooking the La Sirena boardwalk. The building that housed the condo was five stories high and secured by gate. Instead of stopping at the guardhouse, Lon drove the silver Audi to the striped gate arm and typed four numbers into a little metal box.

“How do you have a security password to get inside here?” I asked as the arm began rising.

He gave me a faster-than-light sideways glance. “Used to date someone who lives here.”

Ah-ha.

“Megan Pierce,” he elaborated, surprising me. “She laughed like a hyena at every damn thing I said. Drove me crazy.”

“Hate her already. Will rip her eyes out if we see her inside. Just a warning.”

“Mmm, catfight.”

“Rawrr.”

He chuckled. “Have I told you lately that you’re my favorite person?”

I smiled as he drove toward the building, swerving through empty parking spaces to avoid speed bumps before pulling into a spot near the entrance. Freshly planted yellow and purple petunias lined the sidewalk. I skirted around a misfiring automatic sprinkler and spotted a white van with a Morella Channel 5 logo driving away from the condos. “Father Carrow wasn’t lying,” I remarked, pointing it out to Lon.

“Everyone loves a winner.” He typed in another code and held the door open for me.

The lobby, if you could call it that, was a single room ringed with four elevators. A lush cluster of palms and tropical plants anchored the middle of the room below a skylight. Opera floated from hidden speakers. We took an elevator up to the top floor, then stepped out into a chandelier-lit corridor with two apartments. Lon strode to a door flanked by an umbrella stand and pressed a gently chiming doorbell.

Bass-heavy music thumped through the walls. Lon cocked a brow. Yeah, it didn’t sound good to me, either. This might’ve been a bad idea. After a few seconds, a voice crackled from a small speaker near the doorframe. “Yes?”

“It’s Lon Butler.”

There was a short pause, then the sound of a lock turning. The door flew open to reveal a very tan, very blond man, maybe a few years older than Lon. Long navy board shorts hung to his knees. An unbuttoned short sleeve shirt flapped open to a broad chest dusted with graying blond hair. Mr. Little clearly spent a lot of time at the gym doing ab workouts. He was also in the middle of hosting a party, it seemed. A girl in a bathing suit walked past a doorway behind him, and I could hear distant laughter from somewhere deeper inside.

“Butler,” he said enthusiastically as some obnoxious Top Forty club music filled the air. “How the hell are you?”

“Not as good as you, apparently.”

Mr. Little looked me up and down. A slow, lecherous grin spread across his face. “Please, come on in and join the party.” He closed the door behind me and locked it. “I’m Peter, by the way.

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