Angel in Training (The Louisiangel Series, Book One) by C. L. Coffey Read Free Book Online Page A

wondering how long it would be before they
came back and fingerprinted me when they realized I had been lying
when a figure unlocked the cell.
    He looked to be in his late thirties –
maybe even fifteen years older than Joshua – but with the way he
was looking at Joshua, he seemed much older. “Oh, Josh,” he sighed,
causing Joshua to look up at him and roll his eyes. “Is it the
29 th already?”
    The 29 th ? Of August? I had been dead a little longer than Michael
had said – closer to seven months than six. It also dawned on me
that it was the anniversary of Hurricane Katrina.
    Joshua pulled himself to his feet and walked
over to the door being held open by the man. “Thanks, Leon,” he
muttered.
    “I shouldn’t do this,” Leon sighed. “You’re
lucky no one is pressing charges.” He glanced over at me, as if
finally spotting me and gave Joshua a disappointed look. “And you
dragged someone else into this? Really, Josh?”
    Joshua glanced back at me and sighed. “It was
my fault, not hers. Let her go too.”
    That was it! No apology, no thank you, no
mention of anything that had happened. He just walked out of the
room, leaving me with Leon.
    “I’m sorry, he does this every year,” Leon
told me, regretfully. “He can’t help it. Not that that excuses his
actions,” he added with a sigh. “He’s just lucky that I was on the
early shift. Come on, you can go.”
    I followed him out of the cell and into the
reception area, surprised that it had been that easy. Leon paused
by the reception desk and pointed at the phone hanging in the small
lobby. “You need to call someone?”
    Yes. But did I want to? “Yeah, I should let
my-” I frowned. “- Brother know where I am.”
    “Your brother let you go wandering the city
by yourself?” Leon asked, his lips starting to curl in disgust.
    “I don’t think he expected me to get in the
middle of a brawl,” I said, finding myself jumping to Michael’s
defense.
    “He still shouldn’t be letting you wander the
city all night by yourself.”
    “He didn’t,” I told him. “I left him early
this morning. I didn’t think that people would still be out
drinking,” I insisted.
    Leon finally nodded. “You’re lucky,” he
informed me. “Very lucky. If it had been anyone other than Josh, it
could have turned out very differently. I love my city, but when my
daughter is old enough, I am not letting her wander around it by
herself, you hear me?”
    “Yes, sir,” I sighed. He gave me another nod
and left me alone with the phone. I just stared at it. I knew I
needed to call Michael, but the only numbers I knew by heart were
my own and my aunt’s, and I couldn’t call either. I reached for the
directory and thumbed through it. There was a number listed for the
Convent Information Center and I dialed, keeping my fingers
crossed.
    “You’ve reached the Old Ursuline Convent.
Unfortunately the premises are no longer open to the public,
however, if you have an inquiry, please hold for an advisor,”
Cupid’s recorded voice floated down the lines. I held. It took
three rings for Cupid to answer. “Good afternoon, this is Kurt, how
may I help you?”
    “Kurt?” I asked, snickering. I glanced around
the room. There was one person sat waiting and the odd officer
walking through, so I turned my back to them and dropped my
volume.
    “Angel? Is that you?”
    “Yeah, I need to speak to Michael.”
    “Michael?” he repeated. “What happened in the
six hours since you left here? You were supposed to be training
with me an hour ago.”
    He was going to find out anyway. “I may have
gotten arrested,” I admitted. There was a long pause and then a lot
of laughter. “Cupid,” I sighed, irritably. “Just put me through to
Michael.” With any luck, he would have gotten over it by the time I
got back.
    The laughter disappeared, followed by a
couple of rings, and then the phone was answered. “Michael.”
    “Hi Michael,” I greeted him as cheerfully as
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