Gemini Lost by Harley Christensen

Author:Harley Christensen [Christensen, Harley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harley Christensen

Chapter Sixteen

I pressed redial until my finger was numb.

What had happened to my friend?

Who had she been running from?

Was she okay?

As if her spidey senses had intervened, my phone rang again and I immediately picked up.

“Where are you?”

“In the janitor’s closet,” came a whispered, labored response.

“What’s going on? And what can I do?” I began pacing…worried that things with Bonnie hadn’t gone as well as planned and now my friend was on the run.

What had she done?

“I think I’ve lost them,” she replied after a moment of shuffling, still whispering, her breathing only slightly more under control.

“Lost who?” My voice was higher than usual though I’d noted, I was now, for whatever reason, whispering too.

“The dudes following me from Chicago.”

“From Chicago?” I blinked. Had I missed a day? I hadn’t slept that long, had I? “If you’re not in Chicago, where the heck are you now?”

“Hello? Haven’t you been listening? I’m trapped in a freaking janitor’s closet…with smelly mops, trash and other disgusting, bacteria-infested items that I don’t really want to think about!”

“Help me out here, will ya? Where exactly is this janitor’s closet?” I replied through gritted teeth, testing the boundaries of calm as I attempted to drill down to the bones of what we were dealing with.

Or at least, with Leah, rein it into the ballpark.

She scoffed, as though I had been right beside her. “Hell-o! I’m in Phoenix. At Sky Harbor International Airport,” she paused but when I didn’t immediately respond, continued her rant, “Alright, back it up a notch. It’s clear I’ve lost you somewhere in the translation.” I rolled my eyes.

Nothing about hiding in a janitor’s closet could go without a more thorough, detailed explanation.

“Anyway, I felt a bit twingy when I got to Chicago but figured I was just being paranoid. I may have had a few too many quad lattes beforehand. You know how I get.”

I nodded absently. Ornery was the best way to describe her after that dosage of caffeine, I thought to myself as she prattled on, “After that, something just felt off—tingling at the back of my neck—like somebody had eyes on me…you know the feeling?”

I murmured a yes. If she was squishy, she probably had every right to be.

“Then, once I arrived at the morgue and started digging around, I noticed that one of the dudes milling about seemed familiar. He was doing a pretty crappy job of pretending to do his own research. That’s when it clicked. I realized he looked just like the dude who had been sitting at the sports bar at O’Hare, trying too hard not to look at me. And here he was, doing it again. Only this time, his pal wasn’t with him.”

“Okay, let me get this straight—this same guy, he was sharing space with you, in the morgue?” I was confused. Just how big was this place? I thought it was nothing more than a room with a couple of file cabinets, maybe a table and a chair or two.

As if sensing

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.