Chasing Ghosts by Lee Driver

Author:Lee Driver
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: detective, fantasy, mystery, native american, science fiction, shapeshifter, urban fantasy
Publisher: Lee Driver

CHAPTER 20

Dagger felt a cold chill race through his body. This couldn’t be right. “I need two mirrors. I have to see for myself.”

“Skizzy.” Sara looked at the squirrely guy. He wasn’t moving, or even blinking. Just frozen in place mouth breathing. “Skizzy, someone did this to him. We have to help.”

This snapped Skizzy out of his trance. “Mirrors, yeah, I’ve got some.” He produced two hand-held mirrors. Skizzy held one behind Dagger’s neck while Sara pulled Dagger’s hair to one side. Dagger held the other mirror and turned it to see the reflection in Skizzy’s mirror.

Sara was right. It resembled Demko’s. Anger swelled. Who the hell did this? He saw Sara’s reflection in the mirror. Silent tears were streaming down her face.

“Are you going to die?” she whispered.

“Better question is, why hasn’t he died yet?” Skizzy whispered back. “When’s the last time you were in the hospital?”

“Haven’t been.”

“Prison?”

“No.”

“Military?”

“I…” Dagger knew he went through Special Ops training and Navy Seals, but when? “I would have known.”

“Right. Put you to sleep and you don’t know what the hell they are doing.”

Dagger could picture his field training, parachute jumping, reconnaissance. But why couldn’t he place a timeline on any of it? He clawed the back of his neck, trying to feel what was under the skin. “I have to get this out.”

“Not here you ain’t.”

Dagger pulled out his cell phone and scanned through the numbers. He punched the one he was looking for. They emerged from the bunker and waited for Doc Akins in the back room of the pawn shop. Very few people knew about the bunker downstairs and Skizzy wanted to keep it that way.

Twenty minutes later a tall man with silver-streaked hair entered the pawn shop. One could have easily mistaken him as a college professor with his wire-rimmed glasses and preppy attire. He placed his black bag on the kitchen table and opened it. “Going to give me a little background info? Not necessary, but might help.”

“Yeah, especially if you don’t want to blow up,” Skizzy snarled.

“What?” Doc’s wire-rimmed glasses almost popped off his nose when he turned his head. The streaked hair gave him an older, more distinguished look than his thirty plus years. His lanky body towered over Skizzy.

“Don’t listen to him,” Dagger said. He gave him an abbreviated version of Skizzy’s paranoia and the detector Skizzy had invented that discovered something in Dagger’s neck.

“Would have been easier if I could have just X-rayed you at the office,” Doc said.

“I’m not sure what an X-ray would have done to it.” Besides, he wasn’t too keen on stepping outside. What if someone were able to track him? But again, why hadn’t they by now or were they just keeping track of his whereabouts and waiting for… what?

Doc jammed a needle into a vial. “Let’s freeze this first and then we’ll open you up.”

Dagger felt a sting in the back of his neck. Thoughts of Demko floated through his head so he tried to shove those aside. “How are the cats and dogs?”

“Doing good.

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