Free Immortal Revenge by Mary Abshire Page A

sure my boobs haven’t grown much since I was eighteen.”
    “You would be surprised at what a body can and does do.”
    While her anger rose, something else irritated her. How did he know what she had changed from when she was eighteen? Had he seen a photo of her? She had to ask.
    “How do you know so much about me? I thought you said Kyle didn’t tell you my name.”
    The elevator dinged.
    “He didn’t.”
    “How do you know what I looked like at eighteen?”
    The doors opened and he stepped out. He stared at the sign on the wall, then turned. Katie followed him down the cold hall while patiently waiting for his response.
    “You stayed with him for a long time.”
    “Not long enough,” she said softly while she wondered if would ever answer her question.
    Riker walked around the corner and five steps later, he stopped at a check-in desk. An older man with gray hair, glasses and wide gut sat in a chair. His white uniform with the word security above his breast pocket gave clear indication his purpose.
    “May I help you?” the guard asked as he stiffened.
    Riker stared directly at the man. “My associate and I need to look around.”
    Emotion or maybe it was life, drained from the guard’s face. “All right.”
    “You won’t remember us. You don’t know we’re here. If you see someone coming this way, be sure to stop the person, and speak loudly. Nod you understand.”
    The zombie nodded.
    “Good.” Riker turned to face her. His green eyes shimmered. “Let’s go.”
    A slight chill gave rise to gooseflesh as Katie followed him. She’d seen Kyle manipulate human minds in the past. The color of his eyes would become clearer, greener and his pupils would swell and contract. It mesmerized her when she watched.
    Riker stopped at a door and opened it. “Why did you stay with him?”
    Katie stared at him instead of walking into the room. Why was he asking questions about her relationship with Kyle? And why ask her in the morgue instead of during the drive to Mishawaka? The vampire was not only rude, he had a creep factor steadily increasing.
    Ignoring him, she stepped into the room. She paused a few feet from the door. Two florescent lights in the ceiling revealed they were in a storage room. Lateral and vertical file cabinets lined the walls with a single desk backed up to one of the walls. Katie guessed this wasn’t the morgue unless dead bodies were stored in the cabinets instead of freezers.
    “Are we in the right place?”
    Riker walked in and the door shut behind him. He passed her and headed for the pair of doors in the middle of the room. He pushed open one. Katie followed him down a long, wide hall. A set of stainless-steel double doors met them at the end. Riker tugged on both handles. They opened and a rush of cool air brushed over her skin.
    He glanced over his shoulder. “Yes, we are.”
    Katie’s heart jumped a beat as she walked into the cold room. The wall in front of her and behind had two rows of square sized metallic doors. Oddly, they resembled a modern day catacomb. Two long, silver gurneys sat in the center of the room. They were clean and spotless. Stretchable light fixtures similar to the ones found in dental offices hung from the ceiling, but were up and out of the way. A long table against the farthest wall housed a variety of tools. She stopped in the center with her gaze lowered. The tiled floor had multiple drains.
    “Do you still love him?” Riker asked, jarring her attention.
    “What?” She stood in the middle of a depressing morgue and the vamp wanted to know if she loved Kyle?
    Riker opened a square door on the wall. “Do you still have feelings for Kyle?” He closed the door and tugged the handle on the one below it.
    Katie held her arms, hoping to ease the chill. “I don’t understand you. Of all times to ask how I feel about Kyle, you choose now, in a room with dead bodies.”
    He paused, having checked four little coolers, then glanced at her. “Check the