Something In the Water by Phaedra Weldon

Author:Phaedra Weldon [Weldon, Phaedra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Caldwell Press

Ten

I disconnected the phone as I made my way to the shack and hid in the shadows there. I couldn't actually see the car, just the lights. I heard voices even at this distance. Ghoul hearing. I also smelled something familiar. Was it a cologne? A perfume? Something that I'd smelled recently, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I watched as a couple of people came through the trees and into the house.

Oops…did I close the doors? Leave anything disturbed that they might notice? I assumed one of the two was indeed Mitchell Graybeard. The other? Maybe his lawyer. Either way, I needed to finish my investigation and get the hell out of there.

I continued on to the shack. The door wasn't locked so I stepped inside and stopped. A boat was tethered to the dock, inside the building and bobbed up and down with the water. From the looks of it, the thing was a speed boat of some kind. It was also partially covered, as if it hadn't been used in a while.

There were two refrigerators on the opposite end, beside a stack of red…bowling balls? I touched one to double check and found the three holes for fingers. But in the center of the hand hold someone had drilled in a metal eye, like a D-ring. Looking up at the walls I saw more chains, and just past the table, in the farthest corner was another cage.

As I approached the two refrigerators to find out, I heard voices and frantically looked for a place to hide. As a Ghoul I could mask myself from most predators. Other Ghouls definitely, which was how Mia managed to hide from me initially.

Night Walkers were different though. I could sense their blood. But Night Walkers, especially those who had never created or owned a Ghoul, couldn't really sense me. Jedediah could find me pretty easy. And as these two came closer, I sensed Night Walker. Was his lawyer one of the undead?

I also smelled…dirt.

Like, freshly turned Earth. Weird.

I decided the best place to hide would be in the boat. I leapt in, dove under the canvas covering it just as the door opened.

"You really should lock this, Mitchell. Anyone could just walk in here."

I knew that voice!

"Aw, who dah bloody 'ell is gonna come in 'ere? They all think I'm daft, anywayz." I assumed the accented one was Mitchell Graybeard. The smell of dirt was overwhelming. Was it the canvas?

I tried not to move my body as I adjusted my line of sight. I could see a tall man. Like…really tall. He had grey hair and a grey beard he'd braided in front with beads woven in. He sort of looked like the guy I'd seen on the news. And then again, he didn't. Was the image the public saw a type of glamor?

Really? Beads in a beard? A grey beard? And his name was Graybeard?

Who writes this stuff?

"I think you would have to be, given your chosen profession."

The

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