All the Little Raindrops Read Online Mia Sheridan

Categories Genre: Dark, Suspense, Thriller Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 128488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
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Grim’s mouth was dry, his heart beating swiftly. He opened the door, his breath stalling at what he saw, his brain attempting to make sense of what this was.

It was a treadmill.

A treadmill.

And behind it and on each side were wide pits of burning coals, surrounded by what looked like electric fencing.

“One hour,” the man said, barely suppressed glee in his tone. “You run for one hour.”

One hour? Grim stared in mute horror. He’d just spent the week puking up his guts and then sitting or lying in a cage. He didn’t think he could run for ten minutes, much less an hour. And when he fell off, he’d fall into . . . a pit of fire with no escape.

“There’s still time to change your mind,” the guard offered. “His tongue, or you run.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Noelle shut the heavy drapes in her room and fell asleep for a good two hours before waking up and taking a long, hot shower. She dressed in the outfit she’d brought to go to dinner, a black minidress with slightly puffed sleeves and some lace detailing on the body. It was sort of casual and sort of not, and she’d bought it for a cocktail party at Sweetgrass three years before and hadn’t worn it since. She really had no idea why she’d packed it to go to Reno other than that she didn’t know exactly what their investigation would entail and she wanted to be prepared. Little did she know she’d be wearing it on what was essentially a date with Evan in Vegas. Not a romantic date but a date between business associates who needed to clear their minds for a few hours with some bright-light distraction. What had he said? Put your mind on search. She didn’t know if there was some specific process to that, so she simply whispered the word Search and went about getting ready.

Evan knocked on her door when he said he would, giving her a sweeping glance, appreciation in his gaze that she didn’t want to admit thrilled her. They ate dinner at a steak house on the strip, a dim restaurant with red velvet booths and black-and-white photographs on the walls of all the celebrities and sports stars and politicians who had once dined there. Noelle ordered some fruity drink on the menu that came in a gargantuan glass with maraschino cherries and plastic swords and paper umbrellas and a wedge of pineapple at the top. It made Evan laugh when she picked up the heavy goblet and took a sip, and he shot a picture with his cell phone to send Callie.

And, God, it felt good, and it felt weird. And maybe every interaction she ever had with this man from now until the end would feel slightly surreal, because they’d been trapped in cages together, for Christ’s sake, and now they were sitting in a restaurant, laughing and drinking cocktails as big as their heads.

How could those two worlds both exist simultaneously on one planet?

And yet . . . they did.

After dinner, they walked along the strip to another, larger casino, Noelle dazzled by all the lights and the sounds. She’d grown up in a casino town, but that had never been part of her world. Having lived in a working-class neighborhood, she’d never done the touristy things, and later . . . never had the opportunity to party. She’d never felt safe enough. She’d lost so much by such a young age, and the only thing she could focus on was surviving week by week. Sometimes day by day. And then finding out she was pregnant . . . well, that changed everything.

A cocktail waitress brought them watered-down drinks as they sat at the slot machines and fed them tokens and came within a few dollars of losing every cent they’d set aside to gamble with, which wasn’t much. But she considered it money well spent, and she could tell by the smile on his face that he did too. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had so much fun. She’d needed it, and she hadn’t even known. She allowed herself to feel young and dauntless, just for a little while. She looked at Evan sitting on the short stool next to her, casually putting their last few tokens into the machine. “Thanks for tonight,” she said.

He looked over, and her breath halted. He was so gorgeous, and he looked so happy too. So . . . carefree. The lights behind him flashed and blinked, creating a colorful halo, startling her. She’d gotten a small glimpse of his unreserved happiness when he’d been flying a kite with Callie, but it hadn’t looked like this. Because he hadn’t been fully uninhibited then. It was as if he’d been testing his fatherhood status, overcome by the shock of it, nervous perhaps, about what the future looked like.


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