Dual Release by Tara Nina Read Free Book Online

forgotten the magical miracle she’d witnessed at the warehouse. He was one of a set of twins who—if the older woman was to be believed—had been released from a two-hundred-year-old curse. She slanted her eyes his way for a second, taking in his dust-covered appearance. Pebbles littered his red hair, which was straight, loose and came to just below his shoulders. Jenny darted her eyes forward, determined not to lose sight of the van.
    She’d felt the floor shake and heard the stone crack. For a few moments she’d been blinded by bright light spilling from the statues. She cleared her throat and still tasted the dust that had filled the air. Was it a miracle? Was he one of two who were cursed?
    Did she believe in curses?
    Jenny loosened the death grip she had on the steering wheel. She believed in everything paranormal. It was why she and Cait got along so well. They loved the supernatural, the hunt for the truth behind the tale. Their online magazine was proof of their conviction to the unusual and different. And look where that landed them. In a life-or-death situation, that’s where. God knew if Cait was okay or not. She’d taken a pretty decent fall into the back of that van. Jenny chewed her lower lip.
    Behind her in the distance she heard the faint sound of sirens. The authorities must have arrived at the warehouse. A tad too late in her opinion. She pulled her cell phone from her pocket and dialed for help. It seemed like forever before the emergency dispatcher answered. The moment the connection was made, Jenny spoke quickly, giving every detail she could.
    “I witnessed a kidnapping at a warehouse in the East India Dock region. Several criminals attempted to steal from the warehouse but were stopped by a fight that broke out. They kidnapped two people. A woman, brunette, average height and weight and a man.” She paused and glanced at the identical version beside her. “Long red hair, tall and muscular in build.” She wasn’t about to tell them he was probably over two hundred years old. They’d think she was nuts. “My friend and I are tailing the perpetrators, who are in a black van. It took a left onto the highway and we’re staying on—” She pulled the phone from her ear and grumbled, “Damn. No signal. Dropped the call.”
    “Just fucking wonderful,” Jenny groused. That meant the one on Cait was probably useless as well. Frustrated, she tossed the cell phone into the backseat without taking her eyes off the van. She couldn’t believe how busy the late-night traffic was in this area, but was grateful for the camouflage to help her pursue without being easily seen. If they saw her, they’d probably do everything in their power to lose her.
    She should’ve listened to Cait and gone with a more reliable cell carrier rather than the cheapest. Being the frugal bookkeeper wasn’t exactly helping them out in this moment of dire need, now was it? She rolled her eyes at her own stupidity.
    Jenny stared straight, keeping the van in sight. The lives of two people were in her hands and she had no way to call for help. Her only assistance in this venture was a man who was deathly afraid of the car. Hopefully the police had been given as much information as possible at the warehouse and were now on the trail following them. But she highly doubted it.
    Deciding to try to make the situation go a little easier, Jenny started a conversation. “My name is Jenny Baker. What’s your name?”
    “ Mi name be Dour MacKinnon.” The deep timbre of his voice resonated in the compact car. She’d find it soothing if he wasn’t so distraught and his words strained. In a different scenario, she would have found it funny a big, strong macho guy acted like such a baby.
    “Okay, Dour.” She tried to sound friendly but the situation didn’t exactly bode well as a first date, get-to-know-you sort of thing. This was all about Cait, his brother and a van in the distance with a gun-toting madman in it. But something