Fastening the Grave (Kali James Book 1) by L.A. McBride

Author:L.A. McBride [McBride, L.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
ISBN: 9781957445007
Publisher: One Tree Press
Published: 2022-03-28T05:00:00+00:00

Before heading down to the shop, I swapped my sweater out for a long-sleeved black and nude lace shirt. Even with the dressier shirt, Emma raised her eyebrows.

“Jeans?” she teased. “You must be feeling bad.”

“I’ve felt better.” That much was true; it just had nothing to do with my tooth. Emma gave me a quick sympathy hug, and I handed her the key. “I’m not sure how long this will take. Can you lock up at 6:00?”

She nodded. “Go,” she said, shooing me out the door.

When I got to my car, I put on the windbreaker I’d left on the seat and a dark baseball hat from my costume props. I wasn’t planning on getting out of my car, so I hoped it would be enough to disguise my face. My car was another story. In hindsight, I wished I hadn’t sprung for the wash and wax last week. A little dirt would have at least knocked down the shine.

I parked in front of the pawn shop down the street rather than in the factory parking lot, hoping the distance would be enough to keep me off Matthews’ radar. I still had a clear view of the door, allowing me to watch for Matthews leaving work. I also had a view of the parking lot to see which car he got into.

It was fifteen minutes before the door opened, and a group walked out, Matthews among them. I held my phone up to my ear, talking to myself, just in case he looked my way. He didn’t. While his coworkers chatted and joked, he headed straight to an old blue and white Chevy pickup. Thankfully, he didn’t drive a white Corolla. His truck would at least stand out in traffic.

I waited until a couple other cars pulled out before following him. I hung back until he hit I-70. Not wanting to miss him exiting, I passed a semi that was between us before dropping back again and following him onto I-35. He took the Broadway exit and drove several blocks before parking in front of a small, one-story white house. I drove past, giving him a good five minutes before circling back to the convenience store on the corner.

I pulled up the maps app on my phone to drop a pin on his location, so I could come back tomorrow morning while he was at work. I looked at the houses around his. It was a block of modest homes and cracked sidewalks, not exactly the kind of neighborhood where people chatted while walking their dogs.

Several of the houses had porches, but most were empty, without so much as a plastic chair. The exception was a house three doors down from his. Its porch was better kept than the others, with fresh paint, a pair of wicker chairs, and an assortment of potted plants. If I had to put money on it, I’d guess that it was owned by an older woman or a retired couple. That house would be my first stop tomorrow.

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