Page 78 of Haunted Nightmares
Yes, that’s all it is.
I’m sure of it.
Everyone experiences odd pangs or cramps at random, it’s nothing I need to worry about.
She said we’d discuss it when I got home.
If it wasn’t anything to worry about then there would be nothing to discuss, so there must be something if she feels the need to sit down and talk and?—
“Wraith!” Orion whisper-shouts. “Jesus, did you hear me?”
I shake my head, turning to look at him, then Archer and Declan. “Out with it then.”
“They stopped.” He nods out the windshield just as a cloaked figure, dressed all in black emerges from the vehicle.
Looking around anxiously, they reach into the car to grab what I can only assume is the fake treaty, clutching it to their chest as they hurry toward the cemetery.
“Acemetery? Really?” Archer scoffs. “Could things be anymore cliché?”
He does have a point.“It’s simply a meeting place. The mausoleums and mazes make it harder to be followed.”
“Wearegoing to follow them, right?” Orion asks as he leans forward between the seats. “What’s the point of all of us being here if we aren’t going to follow them?”
“All in due time.” Keeping my eyes on the entrance, I let just a bit of the primal beast break through, enough that I can bypass all the graves and their markers in order to zero in on where they’re meeting.
Only three.
There are onlythreetraitorous, mutinous arseholes standing in the cemetery and two of them are incredibly calm based on the heartbeat. The other, the double agent among my people, their heart is beating wildly in their chest and I’m sure it’s because they know what kind of risk is involved.
“Are we just going to sit here?” Orion huffs as Archer whines, “I bloody well hope not, I was really hoping for more than a car ride with?—”
“They’re coming out.” I lift my hand to quiet them as I unbuckle, quietly opening the door before the small group gets to the exit.
We revert to hand signals—that only Declan and I know, so it’s loads of fun—as we move down the sidewalk in order to come up on either side of the entrance. They know not to act in haste, know not to go after anyone but the mole. I don’t want to raise suspicion and alert the masses, and I’d like to see if the tracking device will give us some sort of location that my bitch mother is staying.
I watch Declan and Archer duck into an alley as two of the figures, who are also dressed in cloaks, turn that way, opposite the drive of the Taurus. We wait as long as we can, trying to give the two time to get far enough away but the spy gets into their waiting vehicle and I worry we’re about to blow this entire thing.
But the car doesn’t move.
It starts and simply idles in the street.
Which does in fact give the other two hooded traitors to get far out of earshot and as soon as the brake lights glow, I act.
I rush toward the car to build momentum then jump, landing on the hood just as it was about to pull out into the street. The entire thing bounces from the force, the backend hitting the pavement harder since I’m weighing down the front. Declan and the others run up behind me, covering the doors, checking the back to make sure they’re alone. The passenger seat is empty as well, I don’t even see any weapons, so this person is either very confident or very stupid and…
That’s when I make direct eye contact with the driver.
The driver who looks terrified, and is apparently crying.
Without breaking my stare, I slowly pull my phone from my pocket, blindly pull up my contacts and manage to call who I need to without looking.
“Did you get them? Are you going to need any bags?”
I shake my head as Edith fires off question after question before I finally interrupt her.
“We have the mole,” I say as I watch Declan pull Ester out of the Taurus and slam her against the side so he can cuff her. “I’m going to need you to turn yourself in, Edith. Lydia can place you in holding until we get back.”
“What the hell are you on about? I don’t know?—”
