Shadows in the Water by Kory M. Shrum

Author:Kory M. Shrum
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: supernatural crime, supernatural suspense, supernatural thriller, dark fantasy, urban fantasy
Publisher: Kory M. Shrum
Published: 2017-02-06T16:00:00+00:00

20

Lou stepped into King’s apartment and found herself staring at two wet ass cheeks. Not the smooth sculpted muscle one could find in the Louvre, which she wandered sometimes. But dimpled and hairy flesh.

As soon as she saw the naked man toweling his hair and whistling a tune to himself, Lou stepped right back into dark corner from where she’d entered the apartment, and disappeared again. This time, she emerged on the balcony outside the window and rapt a fist against the glass.

“King?” she called through the cracks.

“Just a minute!” She heard his muttered curse and the sound of bone knocking on something. He clipped his elbow on the sink maybe. Or his toe on the side of the toilet. He was too large for that bathroom. His knees must sit against his chest when he shits.

Loud footsteps rumbled through the apartment, the glass windows trembling as he darted past the windows into the bedroom.

“Hold on!” he called again as if she’d given him any indication to hurry. She leaned against the balcony and scanned the streets below. The man who’d been following King, and she was certain he was following King, was on the street corner. He sucked on a cigarette, the cherry burning orange with his inhalation. A large hat hid his face.

She’d already pointed these men out to King. She wouldn’t do it again. Hell, maybe King would get himself killed and she could stop this charade. Her aunt would be sad, sure, but Lou would have fodder for any future attempts at rehabilitation. Because it went so well last time, she would say, and that’d be the end of it.

The balcony door creaked open and King appeared, hair still dripping. “All right, come on in.”

Lou squeezed past him into the apartment. He was in jeans but bare-chested. A gold chain hung in the nest of his chest hair, and his feet were bare. It was always strange to see men barefooted. And he had old man feet. Toenails gnarled and yellow. He pulled a white polo shirt down over his head.

“Thanks for knocking,” he said with a tight smile. “You would’ve gotten more than you paid for if you hadn’t.”

“No problem.” She let her gaze glide along the apartment’s interior and the brick façade of one wall. The steam had rolled out of the shower and now hung in the air reminding her of European bars where smoking was still allowed.

Her hair began to curl at the nape of her neck and temples from the humidity. The smell of his musky shampoo or soap permeated the whole apartment. A male scent like cologne. The way it had smelled when her father had bathed.

There was also something fried and meaty, perhaps chicken, that’d been microwaved within the last hour.

King continued to ruffle his hair with the white towel. “Let me run a comb through this and we’ll check on Ashley DeWitt.”

“If she’s alive.”

“Yeah about that,” King said throwing the towel over one shoulder. “Explain how it works.”

Lou arched an eyebrow.

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