Truth in the ashes: African American Urban Fantasy by Melody Lynch

Author:Melody Lynch [Lynch, Melody]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Spicy Scorpio Publishing
Published: 2022-12-31T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

I was sitting in the car holding my cell phone to my ear. This was the third time I had called.

Twig finally answered with an attitude. “What is it? Why are you sweating me, Trinity?” he yelled into the phone.

“Twig, I need to know how to find Easton.”

“Trinity, it’s been a lot of I lately. Where the hell is Raymond at?”

“Twig, you sure got a lot of lip for somebody I can send to prison with a phone call.”

Twig took a deep breath and muttered on the other end of the phone.

“Trinity, I’m going to text you the address but know that if I catch a stake, my blood is on your hands.” He hung up the phone before I could say anything and not even a minute later my phone beeped with a text. I typed the address into the GPS and got on the road headed to the southside.

I steered the Caprice through the streets of the South Side. It was a different world over here. It had nice smooth streets with huge houses lining both sides, and luxury cars in every driveway. There was so much wealth in this neighborhood that it was almost gaudy.

I pulled up to a big gate and pressed the talk box.

The static voice rattled on the other end.

“Here to see Easton. It’s Trinity Jones from the SPS.” I knew sooner than later it was going to get back to Raymond that I was out here using the SPS name to investigate this crime, but I couldn't think about that now.

There was a silence and then a long beep and the gate slid back.

I drove down the long driveway and up to the front of the house. The front door had some type of weird design on it.

I stepped out, and the doors swung open. There was an older man wearing a black and white suit on the other side.

“Good day, ma’am. Master will see you now.”

I wanted to snort. “Does he make you call him master?”

The man smiled and nodded. That's when I saw his fangs. It made me feel uneasy, but I was relieved that there wasn't a human person being forced to call someone else “master.”

We walked to an office door. The man knocked on the door and walked away.

“Come in,” the voice on the other side said with a heavy New York accent. I pushed the door open and walked into a massive library.

Easton was sitting behind a huge L-shaped desk. He had almond-colored skin and green eyes. His hair was braided in two long fishbone braids. He motioned for me to sit.

He watched every move I made. He was wearing a thick, gold herringbone chain. His desk was organized with every paper in its place. He even had one of those fancy pen holders.

He had his hands folded in front of him. His nails were trimmed and clean.

The entire office felt stifling with everything in its place.

“Trinity Jones, I heard I may be getting a visit from you.

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