Immortal Craving 02 by Magen McMinimy

Author:Magen McMinimy [McMinimy, Magen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781484975787
Google: elOFnAEACAAJ
Amazon: 1484975782
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2013-05-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Four

Kat took the back seat in the black SUV that Kale had arranged to be waiting in the underground parking structure beneath the apartment building.

She watched as Jake flung ice-cold glares at Kale every couple of minutes.

“I feel the daggers you’re slinging, big man,” Kale noted dryly as he slowed the SUV and flipped on his blinker. “Do you have something you’d like to say?”

Jake grunted. “Nope, I just don’t like you.”

Kale let out a bark of laughter as he pulled on to Haight Street and parked, throwing the SUV into park and turning to look at Jake. “Your honesty actually makes me dislike you a little less. I grow on people.”

Kat shook her head, knowing there was a derogatory remark dancing on the tip of Jake’s tongue. Jake was sweet ninety-nine percent of the time. The other one percent, he could rival Kale and Bain both in his ability to be a real smart ass.

“Like a fungus,” Jake retorted as he shoved the vehicle door open and exited without a single glance towards Kat.

Ok, so it wasn’t one of his best quips, but Kat knew he was suffering right now… because of her. With a deep breath, Kat slid across the leather and slipped from the back seat.

The walk down Haight Street was silent among their little group. When they stepped inside of McIntyre’s, they found a busy bar filled with patrons in their mid to late twenties. The interior was like stepping into an authentic Irish pub, with open-beam ceilings, and dark lacquered paneling halfway up the wall with the rest painted in a brick-red color.

Kat’s eyes drifted over the walls with their Guinness, Redbreast 12 Year, and Murphy’s Irish Red signs—at least they were quality signs and not just posters tacked to the wall. The bar was actually really nice. The dark stained shelving holding a wide variety of bottles and the low-lit room had her wanting to grab a drink, sit back, and bullshit with the other customers or even the bartender.

“I can picture Brie here,” Kat noted as they moved towards the cherry wood bar. “She would have fit in.”

Kale nodded, pulling up a picture from Brie’s Facebook. She was with a group of guys—Kale couldn’t bring himself to call them men— and they all looked ridiculous and fairly inebriated. Young college-aged kids, but Brie looked more than comfortable with them, which told Kale to check out who these guys were. And thanks to this generations’ need to over share every daunting detail of their lives, one of the guys tagged in the photo had updated his status and, wouldn’t you know it, he even checked in with his location.

“Alright, he’s the one were looking for,” Kale said, pointing to the blonde guy in the photo.

They all took one last look before Kale locked the screen on his phone and slid it back in his pocket.

They each scanned the room.

“Got him,” Kat said, gesturing down the bar.

“Ok, you ready?” Kale asked.

Kat rolled her eyes. They’d been over and over and over the plan.

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