Excerpt from BLOOD FLAME:
From Chapter One: While spying obsessively on a witch named Iris, Border Patrol Officer Connor gets a call to track a drug runner…
An owl swooped down on Iris suddenly, then took up his usual perch in the huge tree at the back of her yard.
Her melodious voice hit the air once more. “Hello, Sebastien.” He could hear Iris laughing and talking with the owl, her pet, or muse or whatever it was witches used to conjure shit.
When his com buzzed for the second time, he swiftly rose another thirty feet in the air then pressed the button. “Connor.”
“Talking pretty quiet. You on a stake-out?”
He recognized Lily’s voice and some of the tension eased out of him. Lily worked dispatch, manning the phones and passing out assignments. “Trying not to attract notice.”
“So, who is she?”
The question startled him. He didn’t think anybody knew what he did between calls. Shit.
Then he realized Lily was fishing. “A beautiful Honda Scrambler, 1973.” Half true. He’d started to collect Café Racers, the older, the better.
He heard Lily snort. “You men and your machines. Okay, listen up. This comes from the chief. We’ve got a runner out at Amado Bridge and he wants you on it.”
Connor frowned. He didn’t usually work the dead-talker end of vampire territory. “Isn’t that Jason’s section?”
“Jason’s MIA, has been for two nights now, and the chief is about ready to explode.”
Unusual for Jason to be missing, but he was a Border Patrol officer and sometimes the men needed to go on a bender just to survive. “He’ll turn up, but his head won’t feel too good.”
Lily laughed. “I totally agree and to answer your next question, yes, Easton was adamant you take this call.”
No point arguing about any decision the chief made. “I’m on it.”
He took off, heading north in the direction of Crescent Territory, wondering what the hell he would find this time. He touched the hilt of his half-sword and thumbed the holster of his Glock. He wore black leather wrist guards lined with steel, a black tank, leathers, and heavy boots. He was ready.
Amado Bridge. He scowled. One of the worst terrains for a runner to attempt to take drugs into the human world.
His instincts lit up. Jason was missing, a runner was out at Amado and Easton wanted him on the assignment.
A sick feeling started crawling around his gut. This call already stunk and it was only midnight. Great…
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