Librarian. Assassin. Vampire. (Book 1): Amber Fang (The Hunted) by Arthur Slade

Author:Arthur Slade [Slade, Arthur]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Horror | Vampires | Humor
Publisher: Dava Enterprises
Published: 2016-10-20T04:00:00+00:00

16

THE BIG B

Enter boredom.

Well, not complete boredom. I did have several books, a wireless internet connection, and a white personal trainer with the personality of a wet stick, though he was particularly good at martial arts. His head was shaved. His name was Jake, and he didn’t live at the White House. He just showed up at the door at ten o’clock every morning, and we went into the walled back yard and fought hand to hand for an hour.

In the afternoons, I continued my Master’s in Library Science online from the University of North Texas. Why hadn’t I thought of online studies earlier? I should have been taking internet courses my whole life—no human contact to foul things up. In the evenings, I read Stephen King or watched CNN. My first project was a paper on the history of information retrieval systems. I was thinking I’d call it I Go Boo at Boolean Logic. Okay, that was only funny to about point one percent of humanity.

A week passed, and I began to get a little nervous about when I’d be eating. That last part of the thirty-day cycle was kind of like smelling meat grilling on a barbecue for a week. I started thinking about blood a lot more and staring at Jake’s jugular.

Thankfully, with six days left, I heard the front door open. I ambled out of my room, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Dermot was there in a gray suit.

“You must be getting hungry,” he stated.

“Angry too. Which is part of it. I prefer to know when I’ll be eating a bit sooner. I usually have my meals planned out a few weeks in advance.”

“We hadn’t intended to be working with you again so soon, and it took a bit of organizing to put this one together. The last target was, perhaps, too complicated for you.” He paused. Hopefully because of the angry darts shooting out of my eyes. “As a first job, that is.”

There was a manila envelope on the rocking chair. I picked it up. “Paper? Envelopes? Why are you so old fashioned?”

“Actually, paper is the hardest to trace. There is only this copy. If you burn it, it no longer exists. Electronic trails exist forever. And information, like a virus, can be transmitted to the wrong people.”

“You mean this was typed on a typewriter?” I said.

He nodded.

“By you?”

“By someone in the office. Though I often use a typewriter. And a lot of Wite-Out.”

“That is some seriously odd shit you guys do.”

I sliced open the envelope with my pinky. I pulled out the papers to discover a photo of an attractive blonde woman in her early thirties. Her bio stated she was an Icelandic librarian.

“Why on earth would I eat her?”

“Keep reading,” he said.

Her name was Bjork. Okay, I’m kidding. It was Hallgerdur Grettirsdottir. How was that for a handle? And she really was a librarian in Reykjavik.

It became clear in the next few paragraphs that she was also the librarian for ZARC, the arms dealer organization that had so recently tried to put me to sleep with a rocket launcher.

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