Waking the Witch (Otherworld 11)

Another vehicle came over the hill. A pickup this time. I took off my helmet, making it clear I was female, and waved at the wrecked bike. Too late I heard the scrape of the muffler. It was the skeevy guy who'd driven past the police station yesterday.

He stopped beside me. "Laid her down, huh?" He grinned. "That's why little girls shouldn't play with big-boy toys. I suppose you want a lift now."

"No, I'm good. I could use the exercise. Build up my muscles so I can handle her next time."

His grin faltered. "It's about five miles."

"Thanks, but I'm fine."

He hesitated, then sped off, steering into the gravel to dust me. I answered with an energy bolt to his back tire. Just a little one. A slow leak that would, if I was lucky, strand him on an empty road of his own in a day or two.

I looked at the hill, then at the truck speeding away. Five miles to town? I was sure he was exaggerating, but even half of that was too far to push a motorcycle.

I headed off the road. I set her down in the brush, too far from the road to be seen, then went back and cleaned up the signs of my lay-down. I was barely done when the top of another silver vehicle came over the hill.

Hiding in those bushes was one of the hardest things I'd ever done. Everything in me screamed that I should stand at the side of the road and wait for the bastard.

But I had a pretty good idea what Cody had in mind. This wasn't a guy who let women stand up to him. He had to bring me down and if I wasn't lying on the side of the road, he'd put me there.

I thought I could take him in a fight, even if I wasn't sure what kind of supernatural he was. But I was on a case. As tempting as it was to show up assholes like Cody Radu, I'd deal with him later, in a way that wouldn't run me any risk of being hauled off to jail for assault.

I hadn't done as good a job as I thought of disguising where I went off the road. He slowed there, put down his window, and squinted into the brush beyond. He didn't stop, though, just rolled along slowly, scanning the roadside for me.

Once he was gone, I set out again. I kept a watch on the horizon, in case he doubled back. He didn't. I'd gotten as far as the spot where I hid my bike when I heard the purr of a performance engine behind me. I turned to see a black BMW.

Michael Kennedy. My day was now complete.

I continued walking, expecting, hoping, he'd drive past with a honk and a wave, happy to see me suffering after I'd sent him on a wild-goose chase. Instead, he slowed and drove beside me in silence for a minute.

Finally he rolled down the window. "Are you okay?"

"Better than my bike," I said, gesturing to where I'd hidden it.

"One could say this is karma."

"Yeah, yeah. So how was your visit to Cougar?"

"A wasted morning, which I completely deserved. I promised I wouldn't fish for leads, and that's exactly what I did."

"Because that's exactly why you asked me out."

"What? No. I wouldn't--"

He met my gaze and the denial dried up. He swore, blushing, and pulled ahead onto the shoulder and got out.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I was a jerk and my only excuse--"

"--is that you want to find your sister's killer. I get that. But I'm not competing with you, Detective Kennedy. If you'd asked what I'd found, I would have told you. I just don't like being played."

He nodded, walked over, and handed me the keys. "Drive her back. I'll walk the bike and meet you at the garage. There's one just off Main."

I'd seen it--the former town gas station, now just a garage. I took the keys, got in his car, and waited for his reaction. Offering to take my bike was a nice gesture, but it was just that--a gesture. He didn't expect me to take him up on it.

I started the engine. He retrieved my bike and began walking. I rolled the car up beside him.

"You're okay with this?"

"I offered, didn't I? Just be careful. Driving without a license ... I hate to sound like a cop, but you could get in a lot of trouble."