The Death Series: A Dark Dystopian Fantasy Box Set: (Books 1-3) by Tamara Rose Blodgett

Author:Tamara Rose Blodgett [Blodgett, Tamara Rose]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-12-27T13:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 7

Tiff and I looked at each other as we pulled up on that dirt road where there was hardly room to park and seeing it narrow...finally disappearing into the trees. That about undid me. I hadn't returned to this spot since June 13th (Friday the 13th to be exact) when the Graysheets lost all sense and came to take me. To do, God-knows-what, but whatever they had in mind, I didn't want. My friends and I had barely escaped by some lucky helicopter crash and now, through their exposure in the press, I had a break. For how long, I didn't know. Now here I was, back at the old cemetery again to relive the memories.

Garcia's police cruiser slowed, gravel crunching under the tires and slowed to a purring stop. The engine idled and he turned around. “Okay. So, just to be clear: I don't want any corpses raised for the rest of the day.”

Tiff did a slow blink.

I jerked my thumb at her. “She can't.”

“No, but she seems to help a lot.” He turned his face toward her. “No being an undead assistant today.”

“Hey, whatever, Officer Garcia. But, if things get squirrelly, I'm gonna do what needs doin'.”

He sighed, defeated. “Okay, listen, just don't try to do anything.”

We nodded. He knew that was the best he'd get out of us.

We walked up the road, little more than a path where it opened up to the graveyard. It was as I remembered it but not. It had seemed silvered and gray, standing in the moonlight with the faded picket fence like shattered teeth in a sea of hair. Today, in the late afternoon light it appeared whitewashed, everything different shades of white in the glare from the sun.

Tiff shielded her eyes. “Damn, it's bright.”

I nodded. Then I saw it, a lone flag of red in between the grave markers like a spot of blood on linen.

“Come on,” I said and Tiff tramped after me.

There was a whole different crew at this scene and I didn't recognize anybody.

“Ah, here is our Null for serials,” Garcia said, pointing to a guy that looked like a grown-up Alex.

We said hey.

He stuck his hand out and I instantly liked him more than Williams, who had clearly been a Ri-Tard.

“John Smith,” he introduced himself, giving me one hard pump. He did the same for Tiff but maybe going a little easier on her hand.

She looked kinda bemused, dropping his hand. “Is that your real name?”

“Yeah.”

“Huh...it seems so common,” she said in that off-hand way of hers.

“Easy to remember,” he answered.

True, I thought.

“Okay,” Garcia rubbed his hands together, “let's get started.”

Tiff and I walked the few remaining feet to the body, looking at the others all around, stakes marking their interment positions. Creepy.

It was Brett's younger brother, laying there at my feet that I couldn't move my gaze from. He spoke the loudest.

I looked at the Null. “You pretty good?”

“I'm a five-point,” Smith said neutrally.

Well hell, that rocked, my eyes widening. “How come you're working for the cops?”

“It's not the money that's for sure.

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