Shaman, Lover, Warrior: An Urban Fantasy Thriller (Olivia Lawson Techno-Shaman Book 5) by M. Terry Green

Author:M. Terry Green [Green, M. Terry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Middleworld Productions
Published: 2014-08-11T00:00:00+00:00

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Those have to be security cameras, Livvy thought. The more she looked, the more she found. The smoky glass hemispheres that hung from the ceiling were everywhere. She swallowed against the lingering nausea and pressed on. The sooner she could get this done, the sooner she could leave.

Or maybe she could stop and see–

She rapidly shook her head and stopped the thought before it could finish. Her fingers kneaded into the dull ache behind her breastbone. With a last glance at the corridor behind her, she took a deep breath. She bent to the trash can in the tiny stall.

Though most of the enclosures were occupied, she’d already passed two that were open. The small, plastic trash cans had been next to the bunched up curtains. Inside, two empty yoga mats lay side by side. The Institute didn’t waste any money on furnishings–or privacy.

She lowered the empty water bottle to the trash. From the beginning, she’d assumed she’d be looking through garbage. Trying not to think of what she might be grabbing, she released the bottle but closed her fingers on whatever lay at the bottom. With her back to the closest camera, she stuffed what she’d taken into her messenger bag. Then she stood and kept moving.

Behind the curtains, Livvy heard small sounds. Occasionally the drapes were slightly parted and she caught a glimpse inside: Siberian techno-shamans in full regalia with their clients. But no intercessors. No one to take a cut of the money. But also no one to aid in a diagnosis. No one to match up the right shaman for each client. No one to ensure that both shaman and client were safe. Everyone just took their chances and paid their fees.

As Livvy approached the next trash can, she took a tissue from the wad in her front pocket and blew her nose. The best place to find something appropriate would have been in the shaman’s apartments, or at least the trash from them. But in the alley behind the building, the giant bins that used to be there were gone. This was the best she could do. As she deposited her tissue, she collected more garbage. There had to be something useful. They only needed to connect with a few shamans to start.

Behind her, the elevator dinged. Someone was coming. Livvy checked the long corridor. There had to be forty enclosures on each side, maybe more. Had someone arrived to use one of the empty ones? She had just passed another occupied room when she realized the shaman in it was alone. Only when she’d nearly passed the next one did it dawn on her that the shaman hadn’t been Siberian. Livvy stopped and backtracked. There were voices coming from the elevator, growing louder. In moments she’d be caught in the open.

Trying not to ruffle the curtains, she ducked inside the stall with the single shaman. As quietly as possible, she closed the thick hanging cloth. She heard footsteps in the long corridor.

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