“Trust me, you won’t like Massachusetts in the summer, it’s too sticky.”
“As opposed to California? It’s actually pretty nice right now. There’s a cool breeze in the air, but believe me that’s not why I’m sticking around.”
“Finally find a cute guy worth your time? It’s Massachusetts, kid. He’s probably a fag.”
“Not funny. I’m heading to a town called Greifsfield. Our boy seemed determined to go there and I’d like to know why.”
“Probably figured it’s a small backwater town with lots of tourists. Nobody notices it when the occasional one goes missing.”
“There’s more. I’ve got an address to check up on. Something’s up.”
“Be careful,” he said. “Check in with me twice a day. First time you don’t, I’m coming out there myself.”
“You? Sorry Dex, this job requires tact.”
“Fuck you. And be careful.”
“As can be.”
She tossed the phone into the empty seat beside her and yawned. Route 90 didn’t yield another sign of life, although she might have welcomed one. That creepy isolated feeling was coming back. For some reason, the barren landscape unnerved her. Frustrating, considering she usually felt victorious after pulling off a successful job. Not tonight, however.
Amanda did her best to combat the dread, switching the radio over to 80’s hits and crooning along to Flashdance, What a Feeling.
The bad feeling gnawed at her gut, no matter how many times she tried dismissing it as intuition. It told her things were going to get a lot worse in the upcoming days.
I’m too much of a pessimist, she thought.
Amanda read it with a sigh.
It wasn’t ending tonight.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
David Bernstein is the author of Machines of the Dead: Book 1, Tears of No Return, and Amongst the De...