Free Charmed (Death Escorts) by Cambria Hebert Page B

along.”
     
    Frankie, the little brat, didn’t mention that to me. “Interesting,” I said, feeling suddenly better about tonight. Maybe all the progress I made with the Target hadn’t been lost after all.
     
    “Thanks for the info,” I told Storm.
     
    “Does that mean you won’t say anything to G.R.?”
     
    “No, I won’t. He’s been nothing but a colossal pain in my ass since Dex got around his claim on Piper, so not telling him something he might be interested in is the least I can do to pay him back.”
     
    “Thanks,” Storm said, relieved.
     
    “Don’t thank me just yet. Don’t forget the deal. You keep an eye on my Target.”
     
    “Will do.”
     
    I started to walk away, but then I realized he probably knew something else I needed. “Before I go, I’m gonna need to get an address.”
     
    And just like that, I got what I wanted.
     

 
     
    Chapter Ten
     
     
     
    “Breakfast - The   English   word derives from the concept that   sleep   prevents   eating , thus an involuntary   fast   occurs during sleep; this fast is broken by the first meal.”
     
     
     
    Frankie
     
     
     
    The incessant knocking on my door far too early the next morning dragged me out of the steamy bathroom and through my chilled apartment. I hated the morning. I hated getting out of bed at some ungodly hour when humans were meant to be sleeping. But noooo, I had to drag my still half-asleep butt into the DMV where the lines never went away and my boss was likely in her office sticking needles in her voodoo dolls that looked exactly like all of us poor unfortunate employees.
     
    And oh happy day, it was also Monday.
     
    The knocking just wouldn’t stop, and it was beginning to give me a headache, so I rushed a little faster toward the door, tripping over the striped rug and almost doing a face plant into the sofa.
     
    “Hold your freakin’ horses, Piper!” I yelled. “Gheesh. I know I didn’t call you back last night—” My words died off midsentence when I flung open the door and saw it was not my best friend trying to give me hell for a missed phone call.
     
    It was Charming.
     
    I slammed the door in his face and headed back to my bathroom where likely all the nice warm steam from my shower had now evaporated and I would have to finish getting ready in a cold room. Perhaps I would ask my boss if she had any extra dolls so I could pretend one was him and stab it repeatedly with a needle.
     
    The door opened and closed behind me and I stopped, pivoted around, and stared at the man who just let himself into my apartment. Damn, I should have thrown the lock. It was just too early to think of such details.
     
    “I’m sorry, but did you not understand the way I slammed the door in your face?” I said coldly. “It means I don’t want you here.”
     
    “Charming place you have here,” he said, ignoring me completely and walking around my house, looking at all of my things.
     
    “Get out,” I said, flat.
     
    He stopped in front of my wall of Marilyn Monroe and stood looking up at her for long moments. “She was even prettier in person,” he said, still staring at one of the posters.
     
    “You met Marilyn Monroe?” I asked, partially in awe.
     
    He shrugged. “We used to run in the same circles.”
     
    I snorted. “I highly doubt she would go anywhere near you.”
     
    He turned and looked at me. “She liked men. Charming ones at that.”
     
    “You are not charming.”
     
    “Your idol thought so.”
     
    The headache that had been forming since the pounding on my door started erupted full force. “It’s far too early to deal with you.” I went to the door, opened it, and then stared at him pointedly.
     
    “Have breakfast with me.”
     
    I looked at him like he had fifteen heads and not one of those fifteen had a brain. “Are you on drugs?”
     
    His white teeth flashed when he smiled. “Get your coat.”
     
    I looked at myself. “I’m still wearing my