Ted Forrester (mister_death) wrote in blood_red_sky, @ 2011-12-21 21:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | anita blake, edward |
My name is Death, and the end is here (open)
York, Pennsylvania, was no worse than New Mexico. Then again, Edward's only real attachment to his home was a strange kind of allegiance to simplicity, and very little more than that.
He'd rented a house under his most-used name, back near the college, but far enough from the frat houses and nice enough that it was something like Donna's anyway.
The call had come the night before, and the money was much too good to refuse. The job wasn't going to be easy, but after the things he'd been hearing about York, Edward would've taken just about any job that would've put him there with a plausible excuse. He had a hard time believing what the job was, anyway.
It was his because Benning and Son (read as: Phaedra Romani) turned it down after finding out what it was. Just one man? Please. The contract's source was even more interesting.
More interesting? Anita was already here. This was all going to be a lot of fun.
He'd set his house up to his liking, unpacking more ammunition than the German army, and picked up his rental car. Well, a Hummer wasn't really a car. But it got the job done. It could go anywhere. He'd driven around a little, getting a feel for the town and checking out the motels. He'd driven past Harry Dresden's house during the day, getting a good look at it.
He was making plans.
He stopped to pick up groceries, putting them into the Hummer. He figured he'd make himself some dinner, go over the information he had, and start making a plan. A course of action. There was someone here, and he knew it. And that someone was watching him.
Which was fine. There was a flame thrower in the back of the car.