Dead on the Delta by Jay Stacey

Author:Jay, Stacey [Jay, Stacey]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy, Fairies
ISBN: 9781439189863
Google: H7k1dHWh-MkC
Amazon: 1439189862
Publisher: Pocket Books
Published: 2011-05-31T05:00:00+00:00

Fifteen

Morning comes—bright and beautiful—and I hate it. Fiercely.

I hate the wind blowing through my hair as I bike toward the gate, I hate the soft lowing of the cows grazing near the levee, I hate the sun that has yet to poke its slacker head over the horizon. I hate all the old people fussing in their gardens with big smiles on their faces like it’s fun to dig in the dirt at the ass crack of dawn.

There should be a law against getting up before five-thirty. Or at least a law against me getting up before five-thirty.

To add insult to injury, I haven’t even had any coffee. My creamer expired two weeks ago, and I didn’t have the stomach to drink it black. I awoke dizzy and nauseous, like I’d spent the night shooting tequila instead of drinking a few beers. My guts are icky, my brain stem cramps at the base of my skull, and my eyes protest the invasion of even the soft morning light.

I’m wearing my biggest, darkest sunglasses, the ones that make me look like a giant insect, but the light still isn’t pleasant. Neither is the chafed feeling around my armpits where my seldom-worn leather holster rubs against bare skin, taunting me for being stupid enough to wear a tank top—black this time—again this morning. I have a T-shirt and change of jeans in my bag, but I’m saving those for my pre-interview freshening up.

For now, I’ll just have to ignore my progressively irritated skin. There’s no way I’m going to risk losing track of my gun today. After fitful dreams of invisible men sneaking into my house and fairies rushing at my face with teeth bared, I’m not going anywhere without a gun. Even if the license is expired and there’s a good chance Cane will know that. But whatever. He can arrest me for all I care.

Hell, he might. Who knows what Cane is up to?

I still can’t believe he arrested Fern. Even when I called the station a little after six and was told the bail hearing is set for nine-thirty via virtual court, I couldn’t believe it. But the woman at the front desk—a temp I didn’t recognize—said Cane was the arresting officer, last night around ten-thirty. He must have dashed out of the ER a few minutes after I went back with Benny, which makes me worry Fernando is in more trouble than he let on.

If not, why the big rush? Fern has no record, isn’t immune, doesn’t have access to an iron vehicle, and a single phone call could have ensured he wasn’t allowed a seat on any of the shuttles out of town. It must be a serious charge for Cane to pull him in and hold him overnight.

Or maybe Abe gave Cane the order and this has more to do with Fern’s lifestyle than his infraction. Abe’s the kind to cross the street to avoid saying hello when I’m hanging out with Fern and his more flamboyant guests.

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