Dead as a Doornail (The Journals of Octavia Hollows #6) by Stacey Rourke

Author:Stacey Rourke [Rourke, Stacey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Goodreads: 46722071
Publisher: Anchor Group Publishing
Published: 2019-07-24T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

After a short ride later to Tallahassee’s Memorial Hospital, Reid and I followed the signs to the morgue. A place that, from town to town, was fast becoming a regular haunt of mine.

“What exactly is the plan here?” Sculpted physique hidden once more behind a fresh t-shirt and jeans, Reid lifted one eyebrow as his gaze swept over me. “You cleared all your belongings out of the hotel room and stuffed Bacon under your shirt. This really feels like preparation for a larger occurrence I should be in the know for.”

“These people took something of mine, and I want it back.” Striding down the halls of the Tallahassee Memorial Hospital, I followed the signs to the morgue. Once I found it, I didn’t slow or stop, but shoved my way inside. “As of this moment, I’m done asking nicely.”

Following me in, Reid sucked air through his teeth. “And we need dead people for that… as all good ideas require.”

“You there! This is a restricted area! You aren’t allowed to be in here!” Not that I cared, but the medical examiner came marching straight for us, his face red with irritation.

Completely ignoring him, I threw my arms out wide. “Spirits from beyond the grave, I bring thee into light. With your help, I cannot stave, join me this night!”

“That can’t be a good sign.” Out of the corner of his mouth, Reid mumbled, “What exactly did you just do?”

“You’ll see.” The doors to the body drawers began to shake, the inhabitants banging on them from the inside. “I’ve spent all this time hunting for Elba’s body. Seems to me it was about time for him to come to me.”

The first door burst open, spilling out a middle-aged man with tire tracks across his chest. “How the hell did I get in here?”

It was a simple enough question, yet it pushed the poor M.E. to his breaking point. A blood-curdling shriek tearing from his lungs, he fell to the floor and scrambled to escape in a backwards crab crawl.

Another door popped open, this one releasing a woman who looked old enough to have had a pet dinosaur as a kid. Grabbing the frame of her door, she slid the drawer out and glanced around. “Son. Of. A. Bitch! I never took care of myself, smoked like a chimney, and ate like shit! Why can’t I die?”

Let her figure that out on her own. I had bigger fish to fry.

Stare sweeping across the drawers, I watched one after another fling open. The confused undead flooded the room, all with silver eyes and no clue how they got there.

One was notably missing. Weaving my way through the bewildered huddle, I followed the banging sound coming from a drawer on the end.

Wolf or not, this was not a situation Reid was comfortable in. “I’m new to all this. Are they going to want to eat my brains? Scale of one to ten, how concerned should I be?”

“Of them? Not in the least. Of me if I can’t get Elba and my coven back? About an eleven.

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