Lara Adrian Midnight Breed 01 Kiss Of Midnight

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.Page 111ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlHe didn t even see the pizza guy moving into his path until he had crashedinto him, head-on.Acardboard box jabbed into his midsection and emitted a blast of garlic-ripesteam before tumbling to the filthy linoleum, spilling its contents around theMinion s feet. Aw, man! That s my next delivery you re standing on.Don t you watch whereyou re goin dude?He didn t apologize, or even pause to kick the greasy cheese and pepperoni offhis shoe.Shoving his hand into the pocket of his khakis, the Minion found hiscell phone and searched for somewhere private to make his important call. Hold up a second, sport.It was the aging, balding officer standing in the lobby who shouted after himnow.Stuffed into his uniform for what he d boasted was his final few hours onthe job, Carrigan had been wasting time bullshitting withGenerated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlthe lobby receptionist.The Minion disregarded the cop s thunderous voice behind him and kept walking,dropping his chin down and making a beeline for a stairwell door located nearthe public john just off the lobby.Carrigan puffed out his chest and gaped with obvious disbelief as hisself-perceived authority was utterly ignored. Hey, pencil neck! I m talking to you.I said, get back here and help cleanthis mess up and I mean now, shit-for-brains! Clean it up yourself, you arrogant slob, the Minion muttered under hisbreath, then shoved open the metal door to the stairs and began a quick jogdown to a level below.Above him, that same door crashed open, hitting the other side of the wall andshaking the steps like a sonic boom.Carrigan leaned over the rail, his jowlscorpulent with rage. What d you just say to me?What the fuck did you just call me, asshole? You heard me.Now leave me alone, Carrigan.I have better things to do.The Minion took out his cell phone, intending to contact the only one whotruly commanded him.But before he could press the speed-dial button thatwould connect him to his Master, the burly cop was launching himself down thestairwell.A hamlike hand cuffed the side of the Minion s head.His ears rang,vision swimming with the impact, as the cell phone jettisoned out of his graspand clattered onto the floor, several steps below. Thanks for giving me something to smile about my last day on the job,Carrigan taunted.He ran a fat finger around the front of his too-tightcollar, then casually reached up to pat the sole remaining wisps of hair onhis brow back down where they d been pasted before. Now, get your scrawny assback up those stairs before I hand it to you on a platter.Ya get me?There was a time, before he d met the one he called Master, that a challengelike that particularly from a blowhard like Carrigan would not have goneunmet.Page 112ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlGenerated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlBut the sweating, sputtering cop glaring down on him now was insignificant inlight of the duties entrusted to chosen ones like himself.The Minion simplyblinked a few times, then turned to retrieve his cell phone and continue withhis task at hand.He only made it down two stairs before Carrigan was on him again, heavyfingers clamping down hard on his shoulder and forcibly wheeling him around.The Minion s eyes lit on a fancy ballpoint pen stuck into the shirt pocket ofCarrigan s uniform.He recognized the commemorative service emblem on the clipas he took another hard knock to the skull. What are you, deaf and dumb? Get the hell outta my sight, or I ll The abrupt choke and wheeze of Carrigan s voice snapped the Minion back to hissenses.He saw his own hand clutching the officer s pen as it came down for asecond brutal plunge, the point of it burrowing deep into the fleshy skin ofCarrigan s neck.The Minion struck again and again with the makeshift weapon, until the copsank down to the floor in a savaged, lifeless heap.He loosened his fist and the pen dropped into a pool of blood on the stairs,all but forgotten in the instant it took him to dash down and grab up his cellphone once more.He meant to place his crucial call immediately, but his eyeskept drifting to this new mess he d made, something that wasn t going to getswept away as easily as the pizza in the lobby.This had been a mistake, and any approval won from informing his Master of theMaxwell woman s whereabouts could be lost once it was discovered that he dacted so impulsively here.Killing without sanction might negate everything.But perhaps there was an even more certain path into his Master s goodgraces a path that could be paved by apprehending and delivering the woman tohis Master in person.Yes, thought the Minion, that was a prize bound to impress.Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlPocketing the cell phone, he turned back to extract Carrigan s weapon from itsholster.Then he stepped over the corpse and hurried out a back entrance tothe station parking lot.CHAPTERSixteenHe should let her go.He d screwed things up so badly, he didn t think there would be any reasoningwith Gabrielle tonight.Maybe not ever.From the opposite curb, he watched her taking long strides down the other sideof the street, headingGod knew where.She looked ashen and stunned, like she d just taken a suckerpunch to the chest.Which she had, he admitted darkly.Page 113ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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