Black Aggie
By Evie Jayne
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Raph lives by a code—Do not mess with the victim—but what is a monster hunter supposed to do with a woman like Bette?
Bette Spencer's life has been shattered by tragedy not once, but twice. Her mother's unsolved homicide still haunts her and the recent murder of her nephew has reopened old wounds.
When roughly handsome Raphael shows up on her doorstep claiming to be FBI, Bette is instantly suspicious. And attracted. He knows something about her nephew's death that he's not telling her.
Raphael Wilder is a sentinel, a hunter of things that go bump in the night. Over a decade ago he made a mistake that cost his father's life. He's hunted alone since that night, refusing to risk another. But loneliness is starting to eat at his heart.
Desperate for closure, Bette pushes her way into Raphael's life, only to learn that the world is not what it seems, and sometimes murderers are genuine monsters.
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Black Aggie - Evie Jayne
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Black Aggie
ISBN # 978-1-78651-009-9
©Copyright Evie Jayne 2016
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright February 2016
Edited by Shannon Combs
Totally Bound Publishing
This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.
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Published in 2016 by Totally Bound Publishing, Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN
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Warning:
This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Totally Simmering and a Sexometer of 1.
Sentinels
BLACK AGGIE
Evie Jayne
Book one in the Sentinels series
Raph lives by a code—Do not mess with the victim—but what is a monster hunter supposed to do with a woman like Bette?
Bette Spencer’s life has been shattered by tragedy not once, but twice. Her mother’s unsolved homicide still haunts her and the recent murder of her nephew has reopened old wounds.
When roughly handsome Raphael shows up on her doorstep claiming to be FBI, Bette is instantly suspicious. And attracted. He knows something about her nephew’s death that he’s not telling her.
Raphael Wilder is a sentinel, a hunter of things that go bump in the night. Over a decade ago he made a mistake that cost his father’s life. He’s hunted alone since that night, refusing to risk another. But loneliness is starting to eat at his heart.
Desperate for closure, Bette pushes her way into Raphael’s life, only to learn that the world is not what it seems, and sometimes murderers are genuine monsters.
Dedication
For my Big Gran. Queen of our matriarchy, bedrock of our family. Thank you for believing in me.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Everybody Wants to Rule the World: Christopher Merrick Hughes, Roland Orzabal, Ian Stanley
Chevrolet Silverado: General Motors Corporation
Glock: Glock, Inc.
Corolla: Toyota Motor Co.
Suburban: General Motors Corporation
Neosporin: Johnson & Johnson Corporation
The Twilight Zone: Rod Sterling
Disney: Disney Enterprises, Inc.
Ziploc: S C Johnson Corporation
Lava: WD-40 Company
Visa: Visa International Service Association
Hallmark: Hallmark Licensing
Popsicle: Unilever Group
Chapter One
O, Death.
The entry was nothing like Jason had imagined. Just a wide paved driveway that led between a pair of oaks and split in two beyond the trees. No rusty, spiked fence or barred gate, no crumbling tombs or ivy-covered arches. Sure, the headstones glowed like pale teeth across the manicured lawns, but it was a cemetery.
He grinned as he dug into his jacket pocket and pulled out the folded map. Spidery, hand-drawn lines crawled across the paper. A big red X marked the spot where he needed to go. The Let’s be pirates theme was kinda pathetic and he wondered once again at his motivation for joining a fraternity. The boys were pretty juvenile.
He set off, taking the left path toward his destination. Man, he had it easy, much easier than Pete and Marty. Those poor bastards were probably getting tarred and feathered right now. All he had to do was sit on a statue’s lap for the night and take a few selfies to prove he’d done it. What a joke.
It got darker the farther Jason traveled from the street. The lawns, with their lines of bone-pale headstones, stretched out on either side of the path. Peaceful and orderly, nothing like a horror movie. To be honest, he was a little relieved. Hanging out in a graveyard at night wasn’t on his shit-to-do-for-fun list.
He dug in his pocket and pulled out his MP3 player. The instant he pushed play, Lorde’s cover of Everybody Wants to Rule the World blasted through his headphones. He hit the volume down button and cursed. Had he left the volume up that loud, or even had that album on his playlist? He’d been studying the last time he’d used the player, and he always listened to down-tempo electronic when he studied. Always. It was something Bette teased him about. He shrugged off the trickle of unease that raised the hair on his arms.
The music kept him company as he took one trail branch after another, heading ever deeper into the span of Druids Hollow Cemetery. By the time the album came to an end he’d left the newer acreages behind. The tidy rows were replaced by scattered graves and the smooth lawn gave way to rough grass. The trees grew close together, old and gnarled. Giant limbs twisted and bent, sprouting low on thick trunks. They stretched toward the earth, almost as if they were trying to dig the bones of the dead from the soil.
Darkness closed in around him. Sweat broke out on his palms. He stopped to wipe it off on his chinos, uttering a quick, high-pitched laugh. Bloody trees and bloody imagination. The playlist came to an end, the final song fading out on Lorde’s haunting hum. In the brief silence, he heard something. A whisper, like a long breath hissing between clenched teeth.
Jason pulled his earphones out, straining to catch whatever the sound was. Did he hear voices? Laughter? His breath came in and out in quick puffs as he scanned the area with widened eyes. No, it was nothing, just the groan of tree limbs in the wind, of fine branches clicking and scraping together.
Was it colder than it had been? He rubbed the goosebumps that prickled his arms. Get it together! If the map was right the grave was in this section, just past that thick clump of bushes. He shoved the buds back in his ears. His steps were quick, but he managed to fight the desire to check over his shoulder. Nothing was behind him, no long-fingered hand reaching to grasp his neck. He swallowed.
Stop it! Just stop it. He rounded the bushes with a sense of relief. It died when he confronted the statue. She loomed over him, an angel of darkness. Her face hid in the shadow of her shroud, a black hole framed by a drape of stone. A patch of dead grass spread out before her, shriveled and pale in the heart of an otherwise green landscape. His heart leaped into his throat. Oh God, how was he going to make himself climb onto her lap?
His legs were numb as he approached. The marble fabric seemed to move, the shadows stretching and shrinking as he got closer, as if she were a living, breathing woman. His heart beat heavy and sluggish in his chest, his blood thick and dense. He swallowed past the ache in his throat. It was so cold. Why was it so cold? He hugged his jacket tight around his chest, shrinking into himself. The perished grass rustled beneath his feet as he took the final steps that brought him to her feet. They were eye to eye, though hers were hidden in the dark hole where her face should have been.
His hand shook when he reached out to touch her lap, ready to jump back, to run. His fingers met cold stone. His heartbeat thudded in his ears, until all he could hear was the rush of his blood. Nothing happened. His relief was so strong, a wave of dizziness spun through his brain. He barked a laugh. Of course nothing had happened. What had he been expecting? She was just a statue, just a lifeless hunk of stone. Chuckling at himself, Jason climbed onto the angel’s lap. The marble was cold and hard under his thighs, rasping against his chinos.
Once he’d settled, he took out his phone and snapped off a couple of selfies, with his head pressed against the statue’s shrouded face. That done, he shuffled through the playlists on his MP3 and clicked on a Chemical Brothers album.
WTF! Jason’s hands shook as he stopped the track and tried again.
Lorde’s voice crackled with static. His heart slammed in his ears. A cold sweat beaded his forehead.
The music died in a hissing scratch, then flared like a badly tuned radio.
His breath came in fast, panting huffs, turning white in the frigid air.
Oh God, oh God. He was frozen to the spot, staring at the player. Get up. Run! He tried to leap, but something cold and hard wrapped around his chest. The statue’s marble arms began to squeeze. A scream ripped from his mouth. It was the last sound he made.
Chapter Two
What is this that I can’t see?
Raphael Wilder wasn’t surprised when his sister, Ariel, answered the phone. Irritated, yes, but surprised? No. The way his luck had been running lately, he’d half expected it.
Psychic hotline. You’ve rung the wrong number.
Ha ha, Ari. Aren’t you supposed to be in Cali?
he said.
I went, I saw, I kicked ass. Now I’m home.
Raph could almost see Ari’s smug smile. She liked rubbing her successes in his face, as if it was some kind of competition. Truth was, she’d never forgotten that he hadn’t wanted her to become a sentinel. She couldn’t, or wouldn’t, believe that he’d been scared for her. He still was, every time she stepped out of the door on a job. Their family had lost too much already.
He took a breath to calm himself. He was working a case and biting at his sister wasn’t going to help get it done.
That’s good,
he said. Is Cass around?
Why?
she said.
Just get him.
Why?
she repeated.
Ariel,
he warned, fighting back his need to growl at her.
She huffed. Always Cass. You think I can’t handle it. I’m not a pussy.
I know that. I just need to talk to Cassiel, okay? Go get him. Please.
He grit his teeth. Don’t get into it