Page 42 of A Murderous Crow
It was an odd thing to be called, and I wondered why he’d chosen it.
My dinner was wonderful, and I took my time with it. It was a wonderful fisherman’s pie – a flaky top crust layered over a ramekin filled with a delightful white-wine-and tarragon-infused medley of different fish.
It paired delightfully with the crisp white wine I was drinking and put a bit of rose into my cheeks.
I waited and rested, well satiated and a touch tipsy from the one glass.
I wasn’t much of a drinker, so I kept to myself, on my phone, and paid my tab and tipped well so I wouldn’t be chased from my seat while it was still too soon for me to get behind the wheel.
After about forty-five minutes and a glass of water, I was feeling well enough to make the short drive to the mystery address in my phone.
Curiosity killed the cat,I thought as I pulled down the Spanish Moss-draped road that led to Bonaventure Cemetery. As I hit my turn signal to turn into the lot my GPS told me was the one, I eyed the building with some trepidation.
Satisfaction brought it back.I thought of the next line of the children’s rhyme as I turned into the lot and took a fortifying breath.
The building was two to three stories tall and painted a deep, midnight blue – the Iron Wraith’s logo painted larger than life on the outside, the draped skull with its glowing green eyes and matching scythes behind it ominously looking down on the parking lot.
I didn’t know what I had expected, but somehow, pulling into the lot of the most notorious motorcycle gang in Savannah hadn’t been it.
Chapter Sixteen
Corvus…
“Well, that’s new.” I looked up at the monitor in the corner behind the bar, its screen split six ways. Revenant had made the dry comment, but he didn’t mean anything by it. He was just bringing the presence of what, to the rest of the club, amounted to an outsider and thus an unknown quantity.
“She’s mine,” I said with conviction, and Rev turned from the monitor to look at me, curiously.
“The real estate lady from last week?” he asked.
“Word sure does get around,” I said, and though I probably sounded disgruntled, I wasn’t. I didn’t care how much the boys talked about business, like clean up on aisle thirteen. What I worried about was whether their faith or trust in me was shaken.
“Just the facts, man. A few got a little nervous, but I ain’t one of ‘em,” he said and took a drink from his bottle of microbrew. I threw him some chin in acknowledgment for having my back.
“Appreciate it,” I said.
“You going to go down and get her?” he asked, his attention back on the monitor as she took some halting steps across thecracked asphalt of our parking area out front for visitors and cages.
“Nope,” I said and took another drink of my beer. “Let’s see how she does finding her way up here on her own.”
“Specter’s down there,” he said dryly.
I grinned.
“Even better,” I muttered.
“Bets on if he’ll give her hell?” he asked.
“Pfft, that’s a given,” I said. “The real bet is if she’ll fold like cheap origami or if she’ll give him hell back.”
Rev turned back to me with a slow grin and said, “So, that’s why.”
I raised an eyebrow and said, “So, that’s why,what?”
“You lose interest entirely too quick if they aren’t a challenge,” he said.
I rolled my eyes.
“It’s not like that,” I said.
