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"Here, loves, a bit of white paper sticking out between theot a brisk "Thank you, ood day" in return I texted the li hed fifty pounds at the thought of telling Evan what I had found
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When I walked in the side door, Big Evan looked up and scowled He e because he puffed up and turned red and looked pretty hed and pointed to the kitchen table Evan sent his kids to the TV room and I poured myself a cup of hot tea from a pot that someone had left on the electric tea warmer Eli meandered in and hit START on the fancy-sch hi Alex wandered in too, a tablet in each hand, his head bowed over the back and forth between them Still silent, we all sat, which was all surreal, since no one had said anything
Taking a fortifying gulp of slightly scorched bitter tea, I filled the sroup in on Molly’s actions and her unknohereabouts It didn’t take long because there wasn’t ht actually be
Big Evan listened in silence and when I was done, he turned piercing eyes on me and said, "And do you want to tell otten in the way and made a stink and caused trouble and scattered your scent all over the hotel rooht in the cops, who have little to do with, and no control over, vamps Molly went off with vamps, Evan And I have contacts with vamps The cops don’t You don’t" I let that sink in for a while and said, "I have a question for you If Molly told you she was co to New Orleans to see uess why?"
"She was kidnapped," he growled
I didn’t let myself react, because it seemed a likely possibility Even if Molly had left the hotel under her oer, it hadn’t been by free will, and it didn’ther own decisions, and didn’t ht hesitation to hts, I said, "Molly came here for a reason She expected you to coot in trouble, I could keep her family safe until I found her She also wanted you here for whatever reason--and no, I don’t knohat it ht be," I said as he started to interrupt "Molly had to want my help, Evan And she had to be in trouble or she would have told us all the truth and called "
And Molly hadn’t trusted anyone with her reasons for co to New Orleans Not her husband Not me Molly was in deep trouble I didn’t say that aloud, but Evan must have realized it because he swore, "Son of a witch on a switch"
"Prettyin with any of us, things had gone bad Maybe real bad
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There was little for me to do on any of ood va I lay down I didn’t expect to sleep, but figured things ht come to me if I put my feet up and closed s percolate and steep and find unconscious connections Fortunately, it was also nap ti hours of uninterrupted, blissful rest, so, despite elina openedthe knob, her body dangling fro back and forth and around She had a doll under her other arnized Ka Navista, the Cherokee Indian doll I had given her Ka had black hair in a braid and yellow eyes like mine, and a wardrobe sewn for her of traditional Cherokee clothes Ka originally had black eyes, but Molly adie had coht," so Molly had painted theie Baby," I said
"Hey, Aunt Jane Uncle Alex Kid says he has so for you and to wake you up, biscause it’s important Be-cause it is i up and had been trying to break herself of baby talk the last time I had seen her; still was, it seemed
"Okay" I rolled off the mattress and checked the time as I tucked my phone into my jeans pocket It o hours before dusk Plenty of tiie lifted her ar her on a hip so that Ka wasn’t squished I slid my feet into slippers, but the floor wasn’t as chilled as it had been The promised warm front was fully in, and rain pattered outside I went to the kitchen, where I could s a whiff of a spice-flavored tea left over froar and a dollop of Cool Whip and carried the ie on the couch and bent over Alex "Got sole" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>