Mortal Crimes 2
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There was more—reassurances that government and private corporations were working together to control the outbreak, more pleas to remain calm, a personal challenge to look out not just for yourself but for your neighbors—but none of it was really important. Not after the shock of hearing said aloud what Donna had known would have to be mandated since the moment the Guard had taken their first shot on the Spalding Ranch. Knowing it was coming, though, still didn’t make it any easier.
Donna laid her head in her hands and wept.
Mike sat beside her, draping a protective arm over her shoulders. “We don’t have to go to Triple E today. We can stay here if you want.”
She shook her head, sniffing back the tears. “It’s too overwhelming right now. I have to get out of here. Do something or else I might just go as insane as the rest of the world.” She gestured toward the TV where correspondents were reacting to the news with a dispassion and objectivity that crushed Donna’s heart. “I want to go back. Especially now.”
“What do you really hope to find there?”
“I don’t know. I guess I just want to go stare extinction in the face. To try to truly understand what forever means. To connect one last time before it’s all taken away from us. Before I have to figure out how to live my life in the face of everything’s that’s happened. To try to figure out why it had to happen now.”
At the crux of it, Mike understood. Knew the visceral pull of the need to know, to fathom, to point a finger at cause and effect. His response to it was not so metaphorical as Donna’s, but he respected her need to react in her way.
In fact, he was finding a lot to respect about her.
They took their time driving to the compound, avoiding the small towns, keeping to the back roads, unwilling to confront the chaos they knew would be rampant in every town and city and metropolis, not just within the quarantined regions but spilling across the balance of the nation and into the nightmares of the rest of the world. Because if such laws and strictures could be implemented in the United States, poster child of democracy, then what hope did anyone else have when this disease began to spread its horror through the winding streets and alleys of other countries, other continents?
Donna’s head felt ready to explode. “Can you drive awhile?” she asked, breaking the small silence that had grown around them.
“Sure. Something wrong?” Mike watched her closely as she pulled her truck to the side of the road.
“Another headache. Probably stress.”
“Yeah, I bet the aspirin companies are gonna profit big time from all this.” Her tight lips and the lines he could see forming at the edges of her sunglasses worried him. “You’re sure it isn’t something else?” He jumped out of the cab and hurried around the front of the truck to the driver’s side letting Donna just slide across the bench seat.
She pulled out her phone and recorded the headache and its intensity level in a journal she’d been instructed to keep. “Who knows. If it’s the only side effect, I’ll consider myself lucky.”
“But if it means something else is going on…”
“I know. I can’t let myself think about that now. You okay?”
“Except for the occasional inappropriate rush of testosterone that tells me I should be watching out for you, yeah, I’m fine. I think. No headaches, no tremors. No forgetfulness, unless I’m forgetting what I’m forgetting. I wonder how long it’ll be before we know for sure if those Vf prions are really benign?”
Donna shrugged. “Something like Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease can incubate for decades.”
“Decades? Like I’ll be 70 or 80 when I start showing symptoms? If I’m not dead of a heart attack or cancer by then, how will anyone know if it’s this prion thing and not Alzheimer’s or Parkinson’s or whatever new designer disease is popular then? Or even dead from worrying about what might happen?”
“VTSE incubates only a few weeks,” Donna said. “But I get your point. We’re all going to die from something. And if we make it to 70 or 80 we’re actually pretty lucky. God, I hope this new protein is the answer.”
“Yeah,” Mike agreed. “I’d like to keep you around at least a little while longer.”
Donna scooted to her left till her hip was touching his, and laid her hand comfortably on his knee, enjoying the feel of him beside her.
She’d lost so much in so short a time—friends, family, career, the idea of a self that belonged to her alone. Every biological unit had a point at which it was simply impossible to break down into any smaller component and still retain the characteristics that made it uniquely that thing. She felt sure she’d reached that flashpoint where if she lost one more part of herself, she would no longer be Donna, no longer be sane.
Only one thing stood in the way, and he was sitting beside her now.
It felt good, it felt right, and they rode the rest of the way to the compound in silence.
The guard standing by the gate today wore a white, form-fitting hazmat suit and carried a rifle. When he found Mike and Donna’s names on his daily orders, he notified his superior, handed them each a pair of disposable shoe boots and waved them through with a gloved hand.
Much of the debris from the fire had been cleaned up, but the blasted carcass of the parking garage hulked over the lot where the blackened chasses of two vehicles still sat. One of those chasses was what was left of Mike’s rental. The license plate was half melted but some of the number was still recognizable. Mike snapped a few pictures in case the insurance company needed them before he and Donna drove down a long, narrow asphalt drive that climbed a small rise then dropped down the other side.
Out of sight of the entrance and main campus they came up on the modular, steel-frame building that housed the Triple E museum.
The simple act of stepping through the door of the museum was jolting. It wasn’t just the transition from the hot, sun-filled day outside to the cool, dim interior that captured their breaths.
It was the time-travel leap they took when they walked inside.
The cavernous room felt intimate, cramped almost. Crowded into the space were elite trophies, the monstrous remains of megabeasts that artisans had crafted into meticulous poses chosen by the hunters to memorialize their skills. Beside each work of art rested a plaque with the hunter’s name, picture and date of kill.
Holding hands, Mike and Donna wandered among the great beasts, pausing to marvel at the artful way a mammoth’s trunk rose above its topknotted head in a silent trumpet that echoed through the ages. They stepped into the middle of a pack of snarling dire wolves, noting the subtle differences of pose and expression that made each pack member stand out on its own. Looking up twice their height, they stared at the black-ringed nose of a short-faced bear rearing above them. The challenge stance of a woolly rhino ready to charge captured each exquisite detail down to the flared nostrils and swiveled ears that tipped toward its invisible target.
A saber-tooth cat sitting back on its haunches on a faux granite boulder, its neck outstretched, opened its mouth in a forever roar showing off its fearsome teeth. Just looking at it from within arm’s distance was enough to make Mike’s heart skip a beat. It would take more than a couple of days for the memory of its live cousin to fade and longer still before Mike would be entirely comfortable around even the stuffed variety.
Donna snapped a few dozen pictures, many taken from angles that would only occur to someone with a strong interest in anatomy.
“We’ll see them again, you know,” Mike said. “Once all this has been forgotten. The technology won’t go away.”
“I know.” Donna’s pragmatic tone was nevertheless laced with a certain wistfulness. “But they’ll never be anything more than a curiosity. In his way, Walt Thurman was right. The world can no longer sustain them, any more than it can sustain dinosaurs. The past is the past. It’s time for us to look to the future.”
Mike put his arm around her and pulled her close. “I’ve been waiting for that future for a long time,” he s
aid, tilting her head to bring her lips to his. “Care to share it with me?”
“You do know the risk, don’t you?”
“Would I have been swapping fluids with you otherwise?”
Donna smiled, something as recently as this morning she wasn’t sure she would do again. “The world can well be going to hell in a hand basket. This isn’t over—not nearly. We still may be heading for extinction, you know.”
“So?” Mike smiled back. “That just means forever will be here sooner than we thought.”
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Table of Contents
IMPROPER INFLUENCE - Melissa F Miller Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Author’s Note
About the Author
THE DEVIL’S CAULDRON - Michael Wallace Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
From the Author
ULTIMATE JUSTICE - M A Comley Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Epilogue
About The Author
DARK SIDE OF THE MOON - J Carson Black Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Nine
Chapter Fifty
Chapter Fifty-One
Chapter Fifty-Two
Chapter Fifty-Three
Acknowledgements
About the Author
NIGHT GAME - Carol Davis Luce Acknowledgments
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven