Detached
Now is your chance. Grab some coffee or tea and find a quiet spot to settle in. This magical adventure will keep you reading all night, and it will stay with you long after the first book ends.
Don’t worry. Book two and a support group will be waiting.
Are you ready?
Welcome to the world of Saphera Nyx.
For my loving husband, Chris.
Who’s always wanted me to write about
zombies and orgies.
* * *
Sorry, babe. This still isn’t it.
Chapter One
My breaths whooshed, shallow and quick, against the body armor cinched tightly across my breasts. I leapt over a fallen tree, clanging the bones in my ankle when my boot landed hard in a puddle. Thick, heavy mud slashed my pant leg as the flashlight beam danced wildly through the tall pines.
Neither of us could keep up this pace for long. My lungs burned as I sucked in the crisp fall air.
“Suspect considered armed,” dispatch said in my ear.
I swore, panting, as I sidestepped a rotten tree trunk. “Teek . . . don’t make me . . . shoot you!”
He gave a high-pitched squeal. “You’ll never take me alive!”
I swore again.
In the moonlight up ahead, Corbin “Teek” Fleming was slowing. A good sign for me and my screaming thighs. I slipped the hood off my holster. “Let me see your hands!”
He tripped and pitched forward, losing his bag of potato chips in an explosive shower above his head. I caught up as he tried to scramble to his feet. Securing my gun, I tackled him into the pine needles and dirt. “Don’t you fight me!”
Teek squirmed, his torso making a loud crunching sound. More chips, I assumed. Something was in his left hand. I straddled his back, holding his arms with my knees, and shined my flashlight on what he was holding. It was long and black, with a green tip. I looked over the rest of him. Bright red T-shirt, pants barely hanging onto his ass, and one safety-yellow sneaker. The other foot was bare.
I panned back to his hand. “Is that a sock over a cucumber?”
“No.”
I reached for his “gun.” He twisted, and I rocked forward on my knees until he yelped and stopped moving. I yanked the vegetable away and pulled off the sock. “Oh, you’re right. It’s a zucchini.” I tossed it onto the ground and pulled his arm back behind him. “Anybody else might have shot you, you know that?”
“I’m a lone wolf, Nyx. Wanted, dead or alive.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I handcuffed his right wrist and called into dispatch. “Delta Three, suspect in custody.”
I pulled Teek to his feet. “What were you thinking?”
“I was hungry.” A potato chip was lodged in the strawberry-blond scruff that hid his chin dimple.
“So you held up the Mini Market with a squash, while an army of police officers hung out in the parking lot? Genius.”
“They’re gonna write books about me.”
“Sure they are. How’d you get here?”
“I ran.”
I rolled my eyes. “I am fully aware of how you got in the woods. How did you get to the gas station?”
“Oh, I walked.” He lifted his face toward the moon and howled. It was a long walk around the lake from the Boro, and Teek didn’t have a driver’s license or a car.
Officer Brian Everly, the newest member of the eight-person Delta team, met up with us halfway through the woods, on our way back. He was young and lanky, in desperate need of some protein shakes and a treadmill.
“You got him?” He was panting, doubled over to grip his knees.
“Yeah, I got him. Are you gonna make it, Everly?” I slapped his chest as I escorted Teek past him.
“I was right behind you.”
“Yeah, when we left the parking lot.” I flashed a grin over my shoulder.
“You’re so funny.” Everly started after us. “Hey, where’s his shoe?”
“Who knows? Apparently, lone wolves don’t need shoes. Right, Teek?”
“That’s right,” he said proudly.
Everly fell into step beside me. “Did you get his weapon?”
I laughed. “Yep. I’ll probably make a salad later.”
“What?”
“He wasn’t armed.”
“I have arms,” Teek said, rattling his handcuffs.
“Is he high?” Everly asked.
“The story is he’s been high for a couple of years. His friends say he ate a handful of acid tabs and never came back.”
Teek stumbled. “Drugs are bad. Just say no.”
Looking at Everly, I gestured toward Teek as if to say, “See?”
“Wow,” Everly said.
“Get used to seeing him. I’ve taken him to Sterling Heights at least three times this year.”
“No Sterling Frights,” Teek said, cringing. Sterling Heights was the mental health center.
“Oh, you’re going to jail tonight, my friend. That’s what happens when you rob people and run.”
Only three squad cars remained in the parking lot of the Mini Market when we emerged from the woods. Eric Jones was standing by his door, eating a corndog. Jones was tall and thick muscled. A fellow combat vet with a shiny, bald black head. Bright-yellow mustard was smeared from the corner of his mouth up his cheek.
He swallowed the bite in his mouth and grinned at me. “Beefing up your resume with an armed-robbery capture?”
“Yeah, I’m sure the board will be very impressed by a suspect armed with a zucchini.”
“Huh?”
“It wasn’t a gun. It was a zucchini inside his sock.”
Jones bit down on the insides of his lips.
“You said it was a squash,” Teek said.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
“You got him?” a woman yelled from the door of the convenience store.
I waved. “We got him, Sally!”
“Thank you, Nyx!” Sally Penrod, the night-shift clerk, held up a thumb and walked back inside.
“Where’s everybody else?” I asked Jones.
“Called to handle a ‘delicate matter’”—Jones used air quotes—“at the Drexler. So, of course, everyone is headed that way.”
“You going too?”
“Bet your ass.”
I chuckled.
With lakeview chalets going for over $10,000 per night, the swanky resort, golf course, and casino drew an always-interesting clientele. The last time we were called to handle something “delicate,” a hammered and naked Hollywood A-lister (not naming names) was tearing up the hotel golf course with a Bugatti.
Needless to say, no one was missing out this time.
Jones looked down. “Where’s his shoe?”
I tugged on Teek’s arm. “Did you stash it somewhere around here?”
Teek lifted both shoulders and his eyebrows.
“Guess you’re going to jail without it. Come on.” I walked Teek to my unmarked black patrol car and opened the back door. He stepped into my back seat, and as I reached to hold his blond head . . .
Kaboom!