Title:
Waylaid
Author: Kim Harrison
Publisher: Pocket Star
Pages: 100
Genre: Thriller/Suspense/Romance
Author: Kim Harrison
Publisher: Pocket Star
Pages: 100
Genre: Thriller/Suspense/Romance
Worlds collide when Rachel Morgan
of The Hollows meets Peri Reed of The Drafter, in this exciting new short story
from #1 New York Times bestselling author Kim Harrison!
For More Information
- Waylaid is available at Amazon.
- Pick up your copy at Barnes & Noble.
“You know what I’d like to do?” Jack leaned in to Peri, his
hand curving suggestively about her waist, and she breathed in the faint scent
of ozone and aftershave like a balm. Under it was a hint of gun oil, and Peri
was hard-pressed to decide which one intrigued her more as they stood outside
her apartment door with their carry-ons, glad they had the next week off.
“Mmmm, I like games,” Peri said as she tapped her key card
to her apartment door pad. It disengaged the lock with an almost unheard click,
and she turned to him, seeing the bound heat behind his sandy hair and blue
eyes as he leaned to nuzzle under her ear. The tips of her short black hair
tickled her neck along with his lips, and she stifled a quiver.
“I’d like to be there tomorrow when they find that ball of
wax you left them,” Jack whispered. “That’s all. What did you think I meant?”
Peri exhaled in annoyance, giving him a little shove as he
pulled back and took up their bags. Eyes rolling, she pushed open the door, her
faint smile widening as Carnac, their cat, came out to
weave between their feet, threatening to trip them.
“Hi, Carnac. Did you miss me more
than Jack is going to tonight?” she said, scooping up the orange tabby and
cuddling him as she followed Jack into the spacious apartment they
shared. It was dark, and Detroit’s
neon-draped skyline sparkled through the wide glass windows. The lighted
mass-transit rail circled to touch upon the city’s hot spots to look like
jewels on a necklace, and she let Carnac slide from her.
It hadn’t been a strenuous job, but the timing had been meticulous, requiring
several days and multiple dry runs. She was mind-weary and ready for some
downtime.
“Lights up,” she said, to shake the apartment out of
extended leave, and the glow brightened to show the comfortable mix of her and
Jack among the modern open-floor plan, everything angled to take advantage of
the view of a glittering new Detroit.
“Sure is a pretty thing,” Jack said as she dropped her coat
and purse on a chair and went into the open kitchen to give Carnac
some soft food.
“The accelerator?” she asked, seeing that he’d taken it from
his pocket and was holding it up to the spotlight over the gas fireplace. The
walnut-size, meticulously engineered crystal was one-of-a-kind, and it caught
the light like a disco ball, sending wavelengths too short to be seen
ricocheting around the apartment to make her back teeth hurt. She’d held it
briefly before giving it back for Jack to carry. It gave her the willies, the
orb’s facets feeling warm and malleable even as they pricked her skin.
Jack lowered the glittering crystal. “Hard to believe
something this small is worth an entire city,” he said as he put it back in his
pocket.
Hard to believe you can hold it like that in your bare
fingers, she thought as she ripped open a pouch of cat food. “Whenit’s plugged
in, sure,” she muttered, watching Carnac weave between
her feet as she set the bowl on the floor and fondled the cat’s ears. “Right
now it’s giving me a headache.”
The small orb was Event Horizon’s latest wonder, fracturing
wavelengths to allow information to be sent out on a particle, instead of an
entire wave. In layman’s terms, it was like having a single bandwidth hold a
hundred thousand conversations instead of one, and it would revolutionize how
information was handled. Whoever held it would own the world.
And it’s in Jack’s pocket, she thought as she seriously
considered sleeping with it under her pillow tonight. It would go to Opti in
the morning, and from there, returned to Event
Horizon, the company that had developed it. It bothered Peri
how often corporations stole or patented technology just to shove it in a
drawer so their older technology would remain viable.
The pop of a wine bottle brought her head up, and she smiled
at Jack, loving him. The accelerator had been in a research facility outside of
Cincinnati, and they’d done well to
get in and out with no one the wiser. Preparation and skill
had meant there’d been no need for her to draft, transposing a small part of
time and space a few seconds into the past in order to erase a mistake.
Content, Peri gave Carnac a last fondle about the ears
and went to join Jack in the living room. It had been months since she’d needed
to draft to rub out what could have been a fatal error, and she enjoyed feeling
normal.
“Oh, please tell me you’re joking,” she said as Jack turned
on the TV and settled back into the cushions, eyes riveted on the menu as he
loaded his latest fix. “Ja-a-a-ack
. . .” she moaned as opening credits flowed over
the flashing images of an athletic girl and her sidekick parrot, doing a magic
spell and catching the sexy vampire. “Can’t you fall in love with something
remotely possible?”
About the Author
Kim Harrison, author of the New
York Times #1 best selling Hollows series, was born in Detroit and lived most her her life within an easy drive.
After gaining her bachelors in the sciences, she moved to South Carolina, where she remained until recently returning to Michigan because she missed the snow. She's currently working
on the Peri Reed Chronicles, and when not at her desk, Kim is most likely to be
found landscaping her new/old Victorian home, in the garden, or out on the
links.
For More Information
- Visit Kim Harrison’s website.
- Connect with Kim on Facebook and Twitter.
- Find out more about Kim at Goodreads.
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