The Girl Who Sees (Sasha Urban Series Book 1) by Dima Zales & Anna Zaires

Author:Dima Zales & Anna Zaires [Zales, Dima]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mozaika Publications
Published: 2018-08-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Amie’s unnatural gallop speeds up, her eyes never leaving my face.

I stare her down, as though I’m not afraid—the biggest acting challenge of my life.

When Amie is within leaping distance, she opens her mouth, exposing her teeth.

I understand her plan immediately.

She’s about to chomp at my throat.

She leaps up.

At the last second, just as I can almost reach out and smack her, I jump sideways instead.

She plummets down the open cellar, landing with a hard plop.

I grab the stick that keeps the metal hatches open, and the doors slam closed.

There’s a lock and chain to my right. I use them to secure the hatches and then reach into my shirt.

With unsteady fingers, I unhook the safety pin that keeps my hidden pocket attached to the cloth and pull the pin out. Sticking it into the lock, I twist and break the metal apart. This way, even someone with a key will have trouble opening the hatches.

Straightening, I scan the street for witnesses and thank the stars there are none. I’m dripping with sweat and out of breath, but I can’t afford to rest yet.

Spotting a 99 Cents store half a block away, I make my way there and purchase a charger for my phone for almost ten bucks. (So much for that 99 Cent claim.) I then find an electrical outlet in the store and plug in my phone.

As it reboots, I ponder how to deal with Amie before someone clips that lock. 911 is out. Not only did Ariel say not to call the cops the last time I was in a similar situation, but I’m also too tired to come up with a story to explain what amounts to a zombie in the basement cellar.

Thinking of last night gives me an idea. Once the home screen reappears, I locate Pada L’Shick—the body disposal expert—in my contacts.

“Greetings,” a man’s voice drawls.

“Pada, this is Sasha. You gave me your card last night.”

“Sasha. I didn’t expect to hear from you. Especially so soon.”

I look around the store to make sure no one is eavesdropping. “I’m afraid I could use your help again.”

“Assistance similar to what I provided last night?” Pada sounds almost giddy with the prospect of that horrific cleanup.

“What I need is similar, but there’s going to be more work on your end.” I again look around furtively. “You’ll have to finalize the transaction when you get here, if you catch my drift.”

“I think I do.” Pada’s creepy excitement seems to rise a notch. “You want me to do what Vlad did last night, is that correct?”

“Yes,” I say, wondering how implicating this whole exchange could be in the court of law if the NSA is spying on our cell conversation (and aren’t they always?). “Though you don’t need to be quite as viciously thorough as he was.”

“What’s the location?”

I give him the Brooklyn address of the store and explain that he should look for “the mess” in the cellar.

“Brooklyn.” His excitement wanes. “I usually stick to Manhattan, but I like you, so I’ll do it.

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