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Fire in the Blood by PN Elrod
Chapter One
I WAS IN the process of tearing away the top half of Olivia Vandemore's
silver-spangled evening gown when Escott abruptly opened the basement door and
called my name.
"Are you down there?" His voice was necessarily pitched to carry through a brick
wall.
"In a minute," I growled back.
The last fragile strap gave way under feverish, brutal hands. A terrible shriek
of pure horror rushed from her perfect coral lips and echoed throughout the dank
stone passages.
"Jack?" He was coming down the basement steps.
Her warm, white body writhed helplessly on the carved stone altarЧan altar
stained black with the Wood of uncounted victims hideously sacrificed to slake
the unholy thirst ofЕ
"Jack?" He rapped a knuckle experimentally against the wall of my inner sanctum.
Е Sabajajji, the Spider God.
I hit the period and debated whether to turn it into an exclamation point. A
quick look through the other pages confirmed that I hadn't used one for some
time now, and it seemed appropriate for the scene. The reader was going to be
far more concerned with the upcoming description of Olivia's writhing body than
my punctuation. I backspaced, tapped the apostrophe key, and rolled out the
sheet, adding it to the stack of deathless prose next to my portable. Further
excitement would have to wait until after I found out what the hell Escott
wanted.
"I was working, you know," I told him, emerging wraithlike from the basement
wall and solidifying. It'd taken a couple of months, but he'd finally gotten
used to such stunts from meЧat least on those occasions when he expected it.
This time he'd expected me to be behind a bricked-up alcove in his basement, so
it was hardly worth his notice.
"Sorry," he said, his nervous fingers absently jingling his key ring. He was
wearing his hat and coat.
"Something up?" I asked, tying my bathrobe. I'd started writing as soon as I'd
woken up and hadn't bothered to dress.
"I believe so. I may have a job for us and thought you'd like to come along and
meet our prospective client."
This wasn't his usual method of work, which was being a private detective,
though he preferred to be called a private agent. Most of the time he'd have
some job already in progress and only asked me in if he needed extra help. I
always tried to keep a low profile and rarely saw the client. The fewer people
who knew about me, the better.
"I'm kind of in the, middle of something," I hedged, reluctant to be dragged
away from Olivia's impending sacrifice and last-second rescue. "Or are you
getting a fishy smell off this one?" Sometimes he'd have me come along to watch
his back.
"Such niceties of personal judgment are most difficult to ascertain, especially