Bring Me to Life by Scarlett Parrish

Author:Scarlett Parrish [Parrish, Scarlett]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781619374096
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

The throat I would quite happily tear out, but that sort of thing is frowned upon here. They have a sign on the wall barring necking, for goodness' sake. "Um, okay. I'll shut up now."

"Wise choice."

"Apart from asking if this guy's got a name."

"Ad---Actually, I'm not even sure if he's still going under the same name these days." The thought's just occurred to me, and my long-dead heart sinks. No, no, it's a stupid idea. If Adam used an alias while he was on the prowl, surely he'd have mentioned it to Will during one of their occasional communiqués? Unless said alias was used for nefarious purposes, say, covering up a violent underbelly to an outwardly respectable lifestyle?

Calm down, Stephenson. Calm down. You're worrying over nothing. His name's Adam. Always has been, always will be.

"Never mind." I shake my head, as if doing so will rid my mind of all sorts of worries. "When I knew him, he went by Adam Locke."

"Adam Locke...Adam Locke..."

Scott frowns, evidently searching his memory banks.

Well, that's something. He's trying to help.

And I know Adam's a regular here; Will said so, a n d he got it straight from the horse's fanged mouth.

"Describe him to me?"

"Like I said, it's been a while since we met. Not from this part of the world, so his accent won't fit. Mind you, he might have grown into something else by now. From London, originally. Dark hair, kept it pretty short back then, had..." I can feel myself sinking back into the past and automatically beat myself up about it emotionally.

But this is essential. I need to think about him. "He had the most piercing blue eyes."

"Oh, you mean Padlock?" Enlightenment spreads across Scott's face like---and I hate myself for this simile---like a rising sun. Not that I can remember what that looks like in real life; television has been my only window on the world in that regard for many a long year.

And pleasure at getting somewhere has another, instant effect on me.

I want to vomit.

"Padlock?" I echo. "Is that some sort of...?"

"Nickname, yeah. We, the bar staff, that is, started calling him Padlock 'cause he pads about. You can't hear him coming; he seems to glide, you know?"

I do know. I still remember.

"And he can sneak up on you without you even knowing he's there. So there's that, and the fact his surname is---"

"Locke, yes." I nod, partly to pacify him, partly to hurry him along. "Very clever. So." I pause, wondering how to phrase this, eventually opting to just blurt it out. "You know him? He's a regular here?"

"He comes in a couple of nights a week."

I don't know whether my heart wants to sink or not. A couple of nights, so two. That's a two in seven chance of my seeing him tonight. If he's not here this evening, I'll probably turn tail and flee, like the coward I am. I'll be able to tell Will I at least tried, but if I can stay on the run for decades, so can he and Kieran.

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