Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
It’d been in my brain.
I looked around, my eyes wide, and found him.
Constantine.
He was standing among his friends, exactly where I’d left him. He was nodding his head to something the men were saying to him, but his eyes were zeroed in on me.
Thinking he would be able to hear me if I thought the words at him, I waved and headed out, all the while explaining exactly what I was doing in my head.
When work calls, I go.
His growl of understanding was just as sexy in my head as it was in real life.
Be careful.
• • •
“Don’t fucking do it again,” I snapped at the rookie police officer. “I don’t give a flying fucking turd if the victim was a vamp whore,” I snarled. “She is worthy of my time, attention, and skills just like any fucking person on this earth is—living or dead.”
Swear to Christ.
They—the police officers of this town—thought that they could treat this as nothing seeing as the woman was a willing ‘vamp whore’ as everyone liked to call the ladies and gentlemen that willingly allowed vampires to feed from them.
But they couldn’t.
Not on my watch.
And my brother, despite his obvious discomfort when it came to vampires, wouldn’t be very happy when this came to light.
“Now, get the fuck out of my scene before I kick you out.” I paused. “In case you’re curious, I’m wearing heels, and they hurt when I put force into my kick.”
The little shithead cop walked off looking as if he’d just been chastised by an annoying teacher and not someone that had the clout to get him canned.
But I would get him fired if he ever fucked up like this again.
“Was just fed on,” Grady murmured. “The puncture wounds are still red.”
I pointed at the blood on the ground that was congealing to something the same consistency as gravy.
“If it was a vampire that did this, she wouldn’t have any blood left,” I informed Grady. “And that one isn’t bitten.”
I pointed to the man—at least I assumed it was a young man based on the clothes he was wearing—and gestured to the guy’s face which had clearly been blown apart with a shotgun blast to the head.
Grady grunted. “Just seems suspicious is all.”
I rolled my eyes. Everything was suspicious to Grady.
He was damn good at his job, but he was wary of freakin’ everything. Everything could be explained away—and not in a good way. In a suspicious way.
In Grady’s world, the door to the elevator opened too quickly—must be a ghost in the hotel.
Food arrived from the kitchen minutes after we placed the order—they must’ve stolen someone else’s food to serve to him and he didn’t need the bad karma that would bestow upon him.
Car is parked two down from his house. He’d seen the same car two days ago in the Walmart parking lot—the car must be following him.
A commotion at the door of the apartment building we were investigating the deaths in front of momentarily stole my attention, and I paused in what I was doing to stare at Nash as he stomped toward us.
He took one look at the rookie who’d just been reamed by me and sneered. “Go home.”
The kid didn’t hesitate in the least to run to his squad car and get the hell out. And the funny thing was, my brother wasn’t even his boss. He just so happened to look like him in that moment.
Corbin, who’d been inside talking to one of the residents of the apartment building, stepped out onto the landing that led to where we were.
“Nash, what are you doing here?” Corbin asked.
I ripped my gloves off, finishing up the last bit of what I could accomplish and tucking the gloves into a garbage bag that was set to go back to the station just in case.
Nash looked at me, then looked at Corbin, his eyes pleading.
“Found the vampire who was last seen with her,” my brother said grimly. “Acadia, why don’t you go on home?”
I glared at him and crossed my arms over my chest.
“No,” I snapped.
I had a feeling something bad was about to happen, and I wasn’t going to be left out of the loop. There was no reason I had to leave. None. In fact, I was still technically processing the scene, even if all I had to do was clean up after myself and I’d be done.
My brother’s long-suffering sigh was caught by everyone, but it was Grady who had his complete attention, and who asked what was wrong.
“We are almost finished,” Grady told my brother. “If you give us ten minutes max, we’ll be out of your hair.”
“I had this emailed to me,” Nash said, looking at me, then moving his attention back to Corbin.
My brother waved him closer.
“It’s fine,” he said. “She really is done. What do you have?”