She dug in her backpack, found her cell phone, and checked for coverage. It was kind of lame in Morganville, truthfully, out in the middle of the prarie, in the middle of Texas, which was about as middle of nowhere as it was possible to get unless you wanted to go to Mongolia or something.... Claire started dialing numbers. The first person told her that they'd already found somebody.... The second one sounded like a weird old guy. The third one was a weird old lady. The fourth one... well, the fourth one was just plain weird.
Rachel CaineWhat's possible?โ - she asked โAnything,โ he said absently. โBut thatโs not what I was talking about. Oh, hello, Claire. Youโre in good time. I need an extra pair of hands.โ โAs long as I keep them attached,โ she said, which earned her a startled stare. โThe things you say to me, youโd think I was some sort of monster.โ -- Myrnin and Claire
Rachel CaineMyrnin," she said. "He didn't show up at the rendezvous." "And? Dude's crazy, in case you didn't notice recently. He probally went of the chase butterflys or something
Rachel CaineClaire said. โI might be able to get him to stop.โ โWho, crazy dude? Maybe. Or he might pull your head off,โ Shane said. โI kind of worry.โ She couldnโt help but smile. โYeah?โ โA little bit.โ โThatโs โฆnice.โ He studied her, and returned the smile. โYeah,โ he said. โKind of is, actually.
Rachel CaineAre you in the car that's almost caused three accidents on North Vance?" Hannah asked. "Because I'm following you with my lights flashing, and whoever's driving isn't pulling over." "Let him go," Claire said. "Trust me. You aren't going to get him to stop." "Oh, God. It's Myrnin, isn't it?" "Tell that police lady to stop chasing me," Myrnin said, annoyed, from the front seat. "Really, I'm not THAT bad at this.
Rachel CaineHere," Myrnin said, his voice still gentle and low. "Amelie said you had to work. No one said you had to work alone." He picked up the next part and slotted it in, took the screwdriver from Claire's numbed fingers, and fastened it with a couple of deft, fast movements. "I'll be your hands." She wanted to cry, because it was so sweet, but it wouldn't do any good.
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