Full Moon Howl: A Montague & Strong Detective Novel (Montague & Strong Case Files Book 2) by Orlando A. Sanchez

Full Moon Howl: A Montague & Strong Detective Novel (Montague & Strong Case Files Book 2) by Orlando A. Sanchez

Author:Orlando A. Sanchez [Sanchez, Orlando A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: OM Publishing
Published: 2017-05-31T16:00:00+00:00


TWENTY-TWO

The sun crept over the city as I sped downtown on 1st Avenue.

<I could eat something. A cow or two. Are we going to the place?>

I swerved but managed to regain control of the Goat, avoiding mounting the sidewalk and colliding with the few pedestrians who were already out at this early hour.

“A little warning would be good if you’re going to be talking into my brain.” I glanced into the back seat. Peaches stared at me through the rear-view mirror. “Is that really your voice?”

<I don’t know, I’ve never heard myself. What do I sound like?>

“Vinnie Jones or a less-refined Monty,” I said, aware of the fact that I was talking to my dog. “How are you doing this?”

<I stick my legs out and take up all the space. It feels good.>

“Not your sprawl. How are you speaking to me?” I made a turn to get on 2nd Avenue. “When did you start?”

<I’ve always spoken to you. But you never responded before now. I figured you just had poor hearing due to your silly excuse for ears. Do those things even work?>

I shot him another glance as we pulled up to the deli. “Yes, they work, but I don’t think that’s how we’re talking.” I got out of the Goat and opened the backdoor. “You coming?”

<The place!>

He bounded out of the car and kept pace with me as we headed to the entrance. We walked in, and the runes on the doorframe shimmered as we passed them. The old man sitting at the table in the corner looked up and motioned for us to join him. It was easy to confuse him with an elderly scholar. Who said Death didn’t have a sense of humor?

It was before seven in the morning and the place was packed with patrons. This table was only ever occupied by the old man I knew as Ezra—except this time, he had a guest. Dressed in black, she sat opposite him with her back to me as I approached. She turned to glance my way with an expression of mild curiosity. Her pale face gave off a subtle glow. Well, half of it did. The other half was blue-black. She resembled the Valkyries I had met in Hades’ building.

The little voice in my head pulled out a megaphone and promptly told me to turn around and run away. At another table directly across from them sat what I recognized as a Valkyrie and another large man. I looked around the deli and realized there were Valkyries seated in every corner of the place.

I pulled out a chair and greeted them both before I sat. I gave Ezra a short nod, which he returned. “Good morning, Ezra,” I said and then gave the woman a short bow. If she was sitting with Ezra, there was a good chance she was important, or lethal. Probably both. Monty would want me to show some manners before pissing her off.

Ezra was dressed in his regular white shirt with black pants and a black vest.



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