Page 15 of Trick or Trouble
Chapter 4
Darcy's heart thunderedin her chest.Her breath formed little white puffs in the cold, dimly lit night of the alleyway.She flung her head sideways to see how close he was.Her pulse beat in her ears when she realized Logan was almost on her, his black cape billowing in the wind behind him like a vampire chasing prey.
“I’ll catch you, you little witch.You’re in so much trouble, but I’ll straighten you out.”
The demonic pounding began in her head as she ran for her life down that dark alleyway with the Hell spawn behind her.The fetid air began to grow hazy, and it hurt to think.Wasn’t she supposed to be riding a broomstick?Out of nowhere, a voice sounded in her ear.
“Darcy, wake up.There’s some guy here who wants to talk to you.”
Something grabbed her shoulder, and she moaned in fear.“Let me go.Let me go.”
“What’s the matter with you, Darcy?Did you get high last night or what?”
The misty alleyway faded, and consciousness stole in.There was no mistaking Pamela’s nasal voice in her ear, and she screwed her eyelids open as her roommate’s petulant face swung into view.
“What do you want?”she complained, trying to figure out if Pamela had four eyes or if her vision was just skewed.She yawned so wide her jaws cracked.“And what time is it?”
“It’s 2:00 in the afternoon,” Pamela replied, staring down at her with unusual admiration.“This guy asking for you is pretty hot.Where did you find him?”Her eyes were gleaming.“He’s a big improvement over Doug, that’s for sure.”
Darcy shot straight up in bed.“What guy?”Her stomach started to flutter as her mind finally woke up.No small feat for a lazy Sunday, especially after the night she’d had.Apprehension tiptoed across her skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.Surely it couldn’t be Logan at her door.
Pamela huffed impatiently.“I told you already—the guy at the door.He says he wants to talk to you.”
“What’s his name?”
“Logan Thompson.”
“Tell...tell him I don’t take clients in my home,” Darcy improvised, springing out of bed and heading for the only bathroom—which was in the hallway—in a panic.
Pamela’s eyebrows rose in disbelief.“He’s a client?”
“Yes—no—just get rid of him, for heaven’s sake.”
Pamela’s lips split in a wide grin.“If you don’t want him, I’ll take him.”
Darcy stared.“Just get rid of him,” she hissed over her shoulder as she shut the bathroom door.Luckily, the front door wasn’t visible from the bathroom.
Pressing her ear against the thin, cheap wood of the door, Darcy strained to hear.
“She said she doesn’t take clients at home.”
She couldn’t hear Logan’s low reply.How had he found her so quickly?And why would he want to?
Probably to strangle her.
Groaning, she sat on the toilet and dropped her head into her hands.She wished she could afford an apartment on her own.Pamela paid her rent, which helped her maintain her haven.Having a place of her own was essential to Darcy because she didn’t want anyone getting any ideas that they could run her life.
Been there—done that.
It wasn’t great, but it was better than going back to her mother’s.Maxine DeAngelo could have been an interrogator for the Gestapo.As much as she loved her mom, she also valued her privacy.The sudden, sharp rapping on the door made her goosebumps dance.
