Once Dead, Twice Shy - Kim Harrison [48]
In a surge of motion, I disconnected my camera from the printer. The pictures were already in the queue, and after making sure there was enough paper in the hopper, I slipped out under the ropes at the back of the tent. I had to find Josh. Chapter Nine
The people around me turned from beautiful representations of life to annoying obstacles, and I dodged through them trying to phone Josh and scan the skies at the same time.
“Must be still running,” I muttered when I got no answer, and I shoved my phone into a back pocket. I made better progress that way, but the occasional hail from some of the same people I’d taken pictures of earlier slowed me down as I begged off taking any new ones.
The sun was hot, but being dead had its advantages, and I wasn’t even sweating when I finally got back to the track. Heat had pushed almost all the watchers to the nearby shade, and I spotted Josh quickly. He was running just as when I’d left him, looking strong and ready to go another lap or two. Relief unclenched my jaw, but it tightened again when I scanned the line of trees. Black wings. At least six.
“Crap,” I whispered, climbing up onto the chain-link fence between the bleachers and the track to try to get Josh’s attention. The black wings were distant, but they were there. It was as if they were confused. Finally Josh spotted me, and I frantically waved. Immediately he gestured for a runner to come out to take his place and slowed to a walk. Breathing heavily, he caught the bottled water someone threw at him and headed my way.
“That’s sixteen laps total!” a thick-looking man called, squinting from under a clip-on umbrella. “Good job, Josh. Are you coming to the Low D with the rest of the track team?
Pizza’s on me.”
Josh searched my concerned expression, then waved him off. “No, thanks!” he called. “I gotta go.” And the man went back to his clipboard. From the sidelines, Amy frowned, watching us with a hand on a hip. Beside her was a blond girl dressed exactly like her.
“What’s up?” Josh said as I opened the latch to the gate and he came through. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Very funny. Ha-ha,” I said, tugging him toward the parking lot. If Kairos was around, this was not the place to meet him. “Look at this,” I said, handing him his picture. A smile came over his face. “Look at the sweat on me! Is that Grace?”
From above us came a tiny giggle, and I glanced up, to be blinded by the sun. Blinking, I stumbled over to the pile of bags. “Check out the horizon,” I suggested as my sight cleared, “not how good you look.”
“Black wings?” he said.
“They’re not crows,” I said, ducking when Grace hovered close to the photo to see.
“It’s not my fault,” Grace said as Josh started to shove stuff into his bag. “I’ve been with him all day,” she protested. “See, that’s me in the photograph. And besides, they haven’t gotten any closer. Much.”
Josh zipped up his gym bag and straightened, shooting nervous glances at the tree line and the waiting black wings. “You knew they were there?” I questioned her, and the glow of her light brightened.
“Well, yeah. They’ve been there all along.” Grace’s tinkling voice sounded sarcastic.
“Slowly circling in. It’s as if a reaper is about, but not sure where they’re going.”
I looked at Josh, afraid and almost guilty. What was I doing enjoying myself, hiding among my neighbors like an ostrich? I should be in a back alley facing down this creep. The fact that Grace thought going invisible was dangerous shouldn’t have stopped me.
“We gotta go,” I said, and after glancing at his teammates, Josh nodded. His face was pale, and together we headed for the exit. “Grace, if you try to stop us, I swear I’m going to take your name away.”
She was silent, and tension wound its way through my gut, worsening when we found the midway and the slowly milling people.