Yasmine Galenorn - Chintz 'n' China 03 by Murder Under a Mystic Moon

Author:Murder Under a Mystic Moon
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2012-06-09T17:24:09+00:00

“What did she say?”

“She warned me to be careful. She said that there are warrior spirits connected with the land here, that they protect the monster and the sacred mountains. They don’t like people all that much.”

I sighed. Land spirits pretty much didn’t like people anywhere, especially in areas that had been developed quickly and without thought. “Well, we did promise Jimbo that we’d try some sort of protection spell, so let’s just ask that people be allowed to walk under a safe umbrella when they’re in the woods.”

As I stood up, about to sprinkle the Florida water, a noise startled us. Somebody was coming through the brush near the cliff side. I tucked my bag of goodies behind the rock. Murray stood alert, eyes focused on the huckleberry bushes, her hand tucked under her jacket. I knew she was ready on the trigger in case we needed her weapon.

A big, burly man burst through the foliage. His beard was long and unkempt, and his hair looked like it had been hacked off at shoulder length by a maverick hairstylist.

“What you women doin’ here?” He coughed and, as he stepped closer, I could tell he hadn’t had a bath in days. He smelled foul, like a dirty cat box. His face was masked with a layer of compacted grime, and when he looked us over, his eyes narrowed as he first focused on my face, then Murray’s.

“None of your business.” Somehow, the words had just shot out of my mouth, bypassing my brain. Oh yeah, that’s the ticket, all right. Why be diplomatic when I could be belligerent instead?

He tilted his head and grinned, yellowed teeth showing between his moustache and beard. “Spitfire, huh? Listen, girlies, you get on home now. This isn’t any place for a couple of women. Dangerous out here. I know, I live around these parts.”

Must be one of the bikers, or one of the scattered folk that made their homes out in the mountains. There were some pretty odd types out in these woods, and they didn’t all ride Harleys.

“Who are you? What’s your name?” I wasn’t about to continue talking to him until he told me who he was. Murray gave me one of her looks, pursing her lips as if she’d bitten into something sour. If we’d been standing closer, she probably would have kicked me.

He gave us another once-over. “Bear. Folks just call me Bear. What are you doing out here?”

Murray broke in. “We’re hunting for monsters.”

A light flashed in his eyes and he snorted. “Monsters? Ora monster ? You wouldn’t be snooping around looking for that critter the news folk have been talking about, now would you? Dangerous to stir up the mountain. Hear tell one of our boys got hisself killed not long ago doing just that.”

Word traveled fast. There were probably television sets and satellite dishes all over the enclave. I had no doubt that Jimbo’s friends were living pretty cushy inside the rough looking exteriors of their homes.

Murray stepped forward, straightening her shoulders.

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