Exit Strategy (57 page)

Read Exit Strategy Online

Authors: Kelley Armstrong

Tags: #Fiction, #Thrillers, #Suspense

BOOK: Exit Strategy
2.32Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub

“Oh, sit down,” I said. “He didn’t bring his chain saw. Clay, this is Xavier, Evanidus half-demon. Specialty? You just got a little demonstration of that.”

“A damned indiscreet demonstration,” Clay said.

“No one saw,” Xavier said. “And even if they did, they’ve already explained it away. You guys could change into wolves right here and you’d only have twenty parents calling the Humane Society to pick up a couple of really big dogs that are definitely violating the leash laws.”

“Speaking of violating leash laws, we want Hargrave. What do you want?”

“You guys ever hear of the
From Hell
letter?”

“No, and from the sounds of it, I’m not sure I want to.”

“It’s just a letter. Supposedly sent by Jack the Ripper, and stolen by a sorcerer, who still has it.”

“I hope you aren’t going to ask us to steal—”

“You can’t steal stolen goods. What I’m asking is for you to right a very old wrong.”

“And return it to the London Police.”

“Ha-ha. I’m passing it on to a buyer, yes, but he wants to have it analyzed by a team of DNA experts so the world can know once and for all the identity of Jack the Ripper.”

“Damn. That
is
a righteous cause. Now we can finally catch that murdering bastard and lock him up in prison where he belongs.”

 

NO HUMANS INVOLVED

It’s the most anticipated reality television event of the season: three spiritualists gathered together in one house to raise the ghost of Marilyn Monroe. For celebrity medium Jaime Vegas, it is her best shot at the celebrity holy grail: a TV show of her own. Because, unlike her colleagues who are more show than substance, Jaime is the real thing. Yet, reluctant to upstage her fellow spiritualists, Jaime suppresses her talents, as she has always done. But something is lurking in the gardens behind the house: trapped spirits without a voice. And for the first time, Jaime understands what it means to be haunted. When events culminate in a psychic showdown, she must use her darkest power to defeat a shocking enemy—one whose force comes from the last realm she expected….

 

One drawback to being onstage for most of your life is that eventually you forget how to act when you’re off it. Not that it matters. In such a life, you’re never really offstage. Even walking from your bedroom to the kitchen you can’t lower your guard…at least not if you’re on the set of one of the most anticipated TV specials of the season—one costarring you.

The buzz of a saw drowned out the clicking of my heels on the hardwood. I caught a whiff of sawdust and oil, and shuddered to imagine what alterations the crew was making to the house. From what I’d heard, the homeowners weren’t likely to complain—they desperately needed the money. The “official” rumor was a failed film project, but the one I’d heard involved an unplanned baby project with the nanny. Tabloid stories to be suppressed, a young woman to be paid off, a wife to placate—it could all get very expensive.

As I passed a young man measuring the hall, I nodded and his jaw dropped.

“M—Ms. Vegas? Jaime Vegas?”

I swung around and fixed him with a megawatt smile that I didn’t need to fake. Shallow of me, I know, but there’s no ego boost like the slack-jawed gape of a man half your age.

“Geez, it
is
you.” He hurried over to shake my hand. “Could I—? I know it’s unprofessional to ask, but is there any chance of getting an autograph?”

“Of course. I’m heading to a meeting right now, but you can grab an autograph from me anytime. Or if you prefer a photo…”

“A photo would be great.”

My smile brightened. “A photo it is, then.”

“Thanks. Grandpa will love it. He’s such a fan of yours. All his buddies in the nursing home think you’re hot.”

Just what I needed on the first day of a big job—the reminder that in Hollywood time, I was already a decade past my best-before date.

I kept smiling, though. Another minute of conversation, and the promise of a handful of signed photos for Gramps and the boys, and I was off again.

As I neared the dining room, a crisp British voice snapped, “Because it’s ridiculous, that’s why. Mr. Grady is a professional. He will not be subjected to mockery.”

Before I pushed open the door, I pictured the speaker: a stylish woman, roughly my age, dressed in a suit and oozing efficiency. I walked in, and there she was—short blond hair, thin lips, small and wiry, as if extra flesh would be a sign of softness she could ill afford. Icy green eyes glared from behind her tiny glasses. Personal assistant model A: the bulldog, designed to raise hell on her client’s behalf, leaving him free to play the gracious, good-natured star.

Facing her was a younger woman, maybe thirty, dumpy, with a shoulder-length bob and worried eyes. Director model C: the overwhelmed first-timer.

The homeowners had “redecorated” the dining room to accommodate the shoot, clearing out anything they didn’t want damaged. As for the dead guy hanging from the chandelier, I suspected he came with the house, and would be tough to remove without an exorcism or two.

The hanging man was maybe fifty, average size but with heavy jowls, as if he’d lost a lot of weight fast. He swayed from an old crystal chandelier, superimposed over the modern one. His face was mottled and swollen, eyes thankfully closed.

I eyed him from the doorway so I wouldn’t be tempted to stare once I was in the room. After thirty years of seeing ghosts, you learn all the tricks.

 

EXIT STRATEGY
A Bantam Book / July 2007

Published by Bantam Dell
A Division of Random House, Inc.
New York, New York

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved
Copyright © 2007 by KLA Fricke Inc.

Bantam Books and the rooster colophon are registered trademarks of Random House, Inc.

 

eISBN: 978-0-553-90383-6

www.bantamdell.com

v1.0

Other books

Battle Hymn by William F. Forstchen
Breaking Even by C.M. Owens
K-Pax by Gene Brewer
Don't I Know You? by Marni Jackson
Hollow Man by Mark Pryor
The Springsweet by Saundra Mitchell