The Worry Curse, Part Eleven

Laina knocked beside the mosaic welcome plaque. She shifted her stance to face Arden. "Thanks for walking me to their apartment. I feel like I've inconvenienced you--" "No gun to my head." He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his frayed jeans and shrugged. "I like elevator rides." "Preachers shouldn't…

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The Worry Curse, Part Ten

A rusty blue hatchback hugged the curb near the sidewalk waste bin. Arden withdrew his key and unlocked its passenger door. "Say hello to my girl, Bessie." "No remote key fob?" Laina chuckled. "Funny." He held open the door, patting the top of the frame. "Talk nice to my car, now. She's…

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The Worry Curse, Part Nine

Cool sips of water trickled through her constricted gullet, easing her garbled voice. "Thanks. I don't think the police escort would've offered me a chance to decompress. I don't want to keep you late. You'll probably have to be at your office early in the morning." "No problem. My work day…

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The Worry Curse, Part Eight

As a pack of Harleys rumbled onto Forty-Ninth Avenue, Laina hustled toward the inner edge of the sidewalk.  An exhaust pop snapped her attention to the lead FatBoy, slowing near the curb. The grisly-bearded rider sneered, his gold-capped canine teeth glinting in the streetlight. "Want a ride, sweet thang?" She shifted…

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The Worry Curse, Part Five

Bitter chills swept over Laina's skin. She tightened her scarf for the fourth time as she strolled down the deserted sidewalk. Gusts howled through the alleys and rippled across inky street puddles. She snapped her attention to scuffling behind her. Litter tumbled and skidded across the concrete. She quickened her pace…

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