Snake Face by Amber Foxx

Author:Amber Foxx
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mystery series with women sleuths, mystery series, psychic mystery, paranormal mystery, psychic mystery series, psychic mysteries, paranormal mystery books, paranormal mystery series, paranormal suspense
Publisher: Amber Foxx
Published: 2014-10-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Jamie stopped walking and looked back. “I thought that too, but she can’t—I don’t know her.”

“Is that her car?”

“Dunno. Black car in the dark.” He started toward it. The car, lights still off, pulled into the nearest driveway. The engine fell silent. He put on a deep, brave-bully voice. “Sylvie, what in bloody hell do you want, you creepy little weasel?”

Mae tightened her hold on Jamie’s arm. She was curious to confront Sylvie, too, but not with Jamie drunk and reckless. “That could be someone coming home late, trying to sneak in quiet. Or it could be Sylvie with a weapon.”

“Y’think she’d shoot me?” He froze and then laughed. “Nah—she only shoots my picture.”

“You don’t know what she’s up to. Stalkers aren’t normal people. And if it’s the person who lives there, we’d be trespassing. We can’t go barging up to them. Especially in the shape you’re in.”

They continued on to Pamela’s house, and Mae helped Jamie up the steps. He only tripped on one. Inside, she made him take his shoes off, reminded him to be quiet going upstairs to the guest rooms, and then directed him to the room next to hers. “All right, got you here. You’re on your own now.”

“Nah. Need you to stay.” Jamie attempted to put his fedora on the bedside table and missed. It fell to the floor, but he didn’t seem to notice. He opened his pack, got the roo out and set it on one of the pillows. “Got to check for spiders.” He took out his toothbrush. “Got to groom myself.”

“You don’t need me for that.”

“Yeah, I do. You have to supervise the bathroom. Make sure I don’t fall.”

Annoyed, she went with him and stood by the door, making sure he didn’t crack his head on the sink. Who other than Jamie actually bothered to brush his teeth when drunk?

“Need Gasser back. So I can sleep.” He spilled water on the floor, looked at it, and resumed brushing and rinsing. “Did you find him better? Did you see the address? Anything new?” Jamie studied his teeth in the mirror. “How’d you even know it was Brazos’s place?”

“Stamos knew, because he knew Joe Wayne has basenjis. When I had that vision, one of the dogs yodeled.”

Jamie dropped his toothbrush in the sink and looked at Mae with obvious disbelief. “Yodeled? Like—” He let out a loud falsetto, “Yodelidelodelay-i-hoooooo. The fucking dog?”

“Hush. Pamela will not like that noise.” She nodded toward his room. “You need to get to bed and let me go to sleep. I’ll look for Gasser again, and Sylvie and Joe Wayne and anything else. First thing in the morning”

Mae tossed the black hat through her open door and walked Jamie back to his room. He shuffled to the bed, flipped the covers back, peered beneath them, and checked under the pillows with a drunk’s exaggerated care.

“Nice bloke, your almost-ex.” He sat on the bed, took a brush from his backpack and began brushing his hair, wincing at knots.

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