F. Paul Wilson-Midnight Mass by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-11-08T00:36:38+00:00

He shook his head. "No, Fadda. Something wrong?"

"She's missing. Gone." Joe's gut crawled. "Get your gun and a couple of the men. We've got to find her."

"But what about Mass?"

"Forget about that. Lacey comes first."

"Y'gotta say Mass, Fadda. Everyone's out there waiting for you." He stepped to the door and looked out into the nave. "Let's do this: I'll tell some of the non-Catholic guys to look for her during Mass. They can look just as goo d as us. They'll find her. Chances are she's probably conked out in the conv ent or rectory catching up on her sleep."

Joe prayed that was true. It seemed logical. Lacey could take care of herse lf, probably better than most of the men. She'd made it all the way down he re from New York on her own, hadn't she?

Still. . . not knowing where she was gnawed at him.

GREGOR . . .

Where are you? Gregor wanted to shout. I'm right here in your kill zone. C

ome and get me!

He had been walking these empty streets for what seemed like hours. It had n't been nearly that long, but his gnawing impatience made it feel that wa y. He'd seen no one, living or undead. He fought the discouragement he sen sed creeping up on him, preparing to pounce on his back. He would not give up. He refused to return empty handed again.

He was wondering if perhaps he should set himself up as bait in another ar ea when he heard a woman's voice call from the shadows.

"Hey, mister. Got any food?"

He jumped, not having to fake his surprise. How had she sneaked up on him l ike that? She was downwind, he realized, and had been hiding behind a thick tree trunk. Still, he should have sensed her presence.

His senses were on full alert now. Were the prey taking the bait? Was this woman bait herself, placed here to lure an unsuspecting cowboy into a trap?

He saw her clearly—a young woman in provocative clothes. Not that it prov oked him. Only one thing could do that, and it wasn't made of cloth. It w as red and warm and flowed and spurted.

Gregor made a show of squinting into the darkness. No sense in giving his night vision away and scaring off her backup—if indeed she had backup. H

e sensed no other living human nearby.

"Come on out where ah can see you, honey," he said, remembering to add th e drawl.

The cow stepped out of the shadows into the moonlight.

"My, my, you sure are a purty one. What you doin out here alone?"

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