Page 19 of Dangerous Mission
When there’s no divine answer, I start looking around for a rock.
Who knows, maybe a fairy will have left me a key.
Or maybe… I’m going to bust the stupid window out of that door.
No cop would ever arrest me for breaking in after the night I have had.
When I finally spot a rock that is the size of a very large, size fifteen running shoe, I know I’ve hit pay dirt. My brother’s shoes are fifteens. Scout’s looked bigger.
Stop! Stop. Stop.Big hands and big feet do not mean anything to me. Nothing. Less than nothing.
I pick up the rock, testing its weight in my rain-soaked, shriveled-up hands. Yep, this should do.
Hurrying back to the door, I look around one last time. I’m not sure why, because no one is here. They all left. But the good girl in me makes me feel seriously reckless right now.
Get over it.There’s no stopping me now. I’m going to grow gills and get hypothermia if I don’t get out of this weather.
Plus, there could be a vending machine inside.Please, let there be. Me and my rock are going to have a party.
I raise it over my shoulder and stumble back. Oh. It’s really heavy. That’s not going to work.
I swing it to the side and rock back and forth. Okay, this is better. Like a two handed lob. Baseball bat style.
“One. Two… Three!”
The rock leaves my hand, sails through the air and crashes into the door…
And falls to the ground. Without hitting the glass.
“Shit!”
My mother would be totally mortified if she saw me right now.
Elenor Kane would wiggle her prim self over and swat me on the ass for cursing like she did when I was a five year old and Griff thought it was funny to teach me all the wrong words.
“Well guess what, Mom!” I shout at no one. “I’m over it. I’m done! I’ve had the worst day ever.”
I grab the rock and hurl it at the door at the exact moment a bolt of lightning hits the building.
Chapter Ten
I jolt out of a dead sleep. Fuck. My knees slam the dash, my elbow hits the window.
Goddamn phone.
It’s lying on the floor blinking.
“You hung up on me.”
Griffon Kane is still angry.
“So you’re not dead.”
There’s a loud huff on the other end of the line. “Of course I’m not dead. Did you hear what I said about my sister?”
“Did you hear what I said?”
“No,” he snaps.