A Glimpse of the Dark Side: Adult Paranormal Erotic Romance Collection by Eden Laroux Read Free Book Online

Agent Talbot, but the other woman
was busy adjusting her lipstick in a pocket mirror. She almost
smiled. Well, TV didn't picture female agents like that. But the
image fit Agent Talbot well.
    "You seemed a little nervous at breakfast," Ash
finally said in the car on the way to the Morgans' house. She
looked at him to see if he was teasing her, but he seemed
genuine.
    "Well, engaging in tawdry scenes on rooftops is
not something I do every night. Forgive me if I don't know exactly
what to make of it." She glanced at him. "You sure don't seem to be
having any problem with it."
    He turned to her with the same pleasant
expression as always. "This is my nervous face," he said. "Also my
excited, angry, delighted, and hungry face."
    She blinked, then burst into laughter.
    His phone rang. "Sterling," he said. He listened
for a few seconds. "Yeah, go ahead." There was a long silence.
"Where's that...? I don't know, could be something. Send it to my
phone. Thanks." He hung up.
    When they rang the doorbell at the Morgans'
house, Mrs. Morgan let them in. "We've just finished our breakfast,
but may I offer you some coffee?" she said.
    "No, thank you," Ash said. "We had coffee at the
hotel. I think. If you don't mind, we would like to try to contact
Lianna again to see if we can get anything else."
    "Of course," she said. "You're welcome to go
back up to her room. Have you gotten a chance to look into any of
the leads from yesterday?"
    "Agent Talbot is following up on them now. I
also just got another one." Ash said. "Mr. Morgan, January was
admiring your ship collection yesterday and she gave me an idea. I
had our staff at the field office check the naval and private
registries for any vessel named 'Eglantine'."
    "And?"
    "Well, they didn't find a ship, but they did
find a naval aircraft..." he checked his phone, "a B-17 Flying
Fortress nicknamed Eglantine. Decommissioned in 1948 and used as a
show plane, stationed at the Atlantic Naval Air Station in
Elizabeth City, North Carolina."
    "Oh sure, the old naval air base," Mr. Morgan
said. "But it's not there anymore. They tore it down and built a
mall and some condos."
    January felt something pulling her away from the
conversation. Their voices became soft, distant, and echo-ey , as if the conversation was taking place in a long
tunnel and someone had plugged her ears with cotton balls. There
was a searing pain in her head and the room swam in front of
her.
    Circles of light popped in her eyes like
flashbulbs in an old-fashioned camera. Images began to flash
through her vision, crowding out everything else-a long strip of
light, a silhouette of a man leaning down, a blazing light, a long
silver surface, a bright pink flower, and then... darkness.
    She swayed on her feet and covered her eyes. The
images faded, leaving a hollow ringing in her ears.
    "January," Ash was saying. "Are you
alright?"
    She looked at him and tried to speak, but no
words came out.
    Mrs. Morgan put her hand on her arm. "What's the
matter, dear? You're pale as a ghost." She led her over to the sofa
and sat her down.
    January found her voice. "I don't know what just
happened, but I think it had something to do with Lianna. She was
trying to tell me something." She looked at Ash. "Whatever you just
said, some part of it is important. I don't know how I know this, I
just do. It's like she's still in my head from yesterday... and she
heard something she recognized."
    Ash turned to Mr. Morgan. "The air base. How far
away is it?"
    "Well, it's only about fifteen minutes away, but
there's really no place to keep a plane anymore. All the hangars
are gone."
    "Is there anything left at all?"
    "Yes, the control tower. You can go inside-it's
a little aviation museum."
    Ash looked at January. "Are you sure about
this?"
    "I'm sure," she said. "I don't know what it
means, but I know it's important."
    "I'm going there," Ash said. "January, you stay
here and see if you can keep in touch with Lianna. I'll leave you
my cell phone number. If