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Chapter 7 - Continued
“Well, fuck,” Fury blurted out loud, to no one in particular. No one was even there to hear. He had arrived on the scene to find the white van crushed under the weight of a fallen lamp post. Zoe was either inside or she wasn’t - excessive searching wasn’t really going to change that. And if she was in the van, chances were she was in the sweet ( Read more... ) -
Chapter 7 - Continued
Fury stared at the burning shell inside of which, had his reflexes not been better, his corpse should have been burning. As it was, two of his men were already dead inside. But he spared them, and in fact even the former vehicle itself, just a glance. His eye was on the fire, unnaturally dissipating all too quickly.
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Chapter 7 - continued
When Benoit woke up to the bright sunlight streaming in the room, he peaked through the door across the hallway. The door was still closed, the light still on and shining through beneath. He understood; being in a strange place, she was unlikely to leave her room unless she knew he was awake. He stumbled to the closet and threw some house clothes ( Read more... ) -
Chapter 7 - Continued
On the way home, they made three stops; a small clothing store he knew was open unusually late, tucked down a back alley that started at the Champs Elyises but ended almost a mile from there, a convenience store for necessities, and Babette’s apartment to check in on Camille. By the time they reached Benoit’s two-story apartment, the ( Read more... ) -
01- More like a doorstop than anything.
Cass took two pink pills as soon as she got home, but she didn't go to sleep. For one thing, she'd had so many chemicals in her system that she wasn't sure if anything could make her drowsy anymore. For another, she didn't like going to sleep when she was on drugs-- the drugs didn't keep her from traveling, just made everything worse. So she made ( Read more... ) -
Chapter 7 - Continued (a shorter post)
“Relax,” he answered in Hebrew. “There’s nothing we can do about it tonight.” He hesitated for a moment. He hated doing this to Cammy, and to Babette. “You can stay at my place tonight, I have an extra bed. I’m sure I can find a change of clothes for you.” Not from previous guests, as Fury had implied. “We’ll come back early tomorrow and get ( Read more... ) -
01- In which peach soda is consumed
Cass took another sip of her peach soda (she'd wisely declined the wine). Dinner so far had been pleasant, but she still couldn't figure out how she managed to be sitting across the table from Malachi La Croix. Cass had been watching Sari's body language, and it didn't seem that she was interested in Malachi, at least not sexually. Perhaps they ( Read more... ) -
01- More words
Cass arrived at 7 with chicken arrabiata and garlic bread. Balancing the food on her hip, she buzzed Sari's apartment. Moments later, the narrow door to the building unlocked, and Cass stepped inside, thankful for the elevator just steps away. Sari lived on the fourth floor of the old building, and Cass would not have enjoyed the trek up the ( Read more... ) -
Chapter 7 - Continued
Benoit looked longingly backwards at the rows of gastronomy calling his name; he was hoping to stock up on jams, jellies, and preserves today to last him and Camille through the summer. He turned back to Fury, and held up the white paper bag still in his hand.
“Have a walnut, Nick. They’re good for your heart.”
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01- Clearly, we are hungry people this week.
She began, as always, in the produce section. Today, she found herself ogling the apples, which looked especially vibrant today-- the Granny Smiths in particular, with their bright green, yellow-flecked skins. While Cass didn't paint still-lives, those apples almost made her consider it (which reminded her, she was low on cadmium yellow). She ( Read more... )