Sofer. Dan - The Dry Bones Society [The Complete Series] by Sofer. Dan

Author:Sofer. Dan [Dan, Sofer.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dan Sofer
Published: 2018-11-12T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 58

In a parking garage beneath Jaffa Road, Eli pulled on a black leather jacket and a pair of matching riding gloves. The winged Harley Davidson emblem gleamed in the cool fluorescent light on the matte black chassis of the Sportster Iron 883.

Once settled on the leather seat, he placed the black helmet over his head. One long stay at Shaare Zedek had sufficed, and Noga had insisted on the safety equipment. But tonight he was not going to think about Noga. Tonight he was going to forget all about her.

He squeezed the clutch, lifted the shift lever to neutral with his boot, and thumbed the starter. The V-twin engine growled to life. He clicked the remote, and the gate of the private parking bay rolled upward. Easing back on the throttle, he launched up the ramp and onto the street.

He slowed briefly at the light, then tore along King George Street. On Emek Refaim, revelers buzzed between the neon signs of Burgers Bar, Kaffit, and the Magic Carpet. The distractions he sought tonight would require a double dose of adrenaline, so he gunned down Pierre Koenig toward Talpiot.

Noga loved Eli Katz, so he had held his delusions below the waterline of his consciousness, and waited for them to drown. But just when that part of his mind had stopped struggling, Noga had changed her mind. Now she wanted Elijah back.

Did she expect him to switch his identity like clothes? She had piled on her arguments like cement bags, weighing him down again with the fate of the entire world until, last night, he had collapsed under the load. To hell with Elijah. To hell with the Redemption. He wanted out.

When she stormed out of his apartment with her suitcase that morning, he had waited for her to return. Let her cool off; she’d come crawling back soon enough. But she didn’t. Fine. Her choice. Let her waste her life trying to save humanity if she liked. He was done with mankind. Good luck to her and good riddance.

On a seedy Talpiot street corner, a dozen young women in short skirts lined up at the door of a nightclub. A yellow mushroom cloud filled a poster on the wall. The sign above the door read Hangar 17, and the pulse of the dance beat within reverberated on the street. Bingo.

Eli pulled up on the sidewalk, took off his helmet, and got in line. The girls chatted, all makeup and perfume. A brunette glanced at him and smiled. He returned the smile, and followed them past the bouncer and inside.

Purple light flickered to the beat of trance music in the dark hall, illuminating figures on the dance floor and gallery like lightning. The dancers raised their arms and swung their heads. Smoke billowed at their feet and the sweet scent of alcohol wafted in the air. In a corner, a couple kissed. They had the right idea—live for the moment.

He placed his jacket and helmet on a bar stool and hit the dance floor, weaving among the couples.

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