Priceless by Shannon Mayer Read Free Book Online

’ d just have to get up and leave again in the morning. It was better to get a good night ’ s sleep and start fresh in the morning — that ’ s what Giselle always said .
    There was a motel across the street, half decent, clean and close to the highway. I ’ d stayed there before when I hadn ’ t wanted to make the three- hour trek from Bismark all the way home. All fuelled up , I pulled a u-turn and crossed the street, glad I always kept an overnight bag in my J eep alongside an array of weapons and equipment not so easily found at a corner drug store. A girl can never be too prepared.
    North Dakota is known for its farming, badlands , and good people. Not so much for its high- end hotels, gourmet cuisine , or anonymity . This little motel was no exception. Hiding my body from prying eyes, I slipped my favourite weapon into place : A two- foot long blade, edged in silver and copper , with a custom - fit handle just for me. No , I wasn ’ t going hunting for vampires and I hadn ’ t read too many comic books as a kid . But , most supernatural creatures weren ’ t bothered by modern weaponry. It tended to piss them off rather than do any actual harm. Handle down near my right hip and blade tip near my left shoulder blade, it was held in place across my back, not only by sheaths and leather, but by a spell put together for me by Milly. My throat closed up as I thought of my sister - friend. That ’ s what we ’ d been for nearly ten years ; now she was just gone. I took a deep breath and let it out, putting her out of my mind as I examined the rest of my tools. Ten daggers, also edged in silver and copper, two lariats, one tazer , and one high- powered crossbow with bolts on top. Underneath , there were packages of herbs and poultices, again prepared by Milly, to use on everything from burns, cuts and broken bones to head injuries. With everything accounted for and my blade underneath my jacket and securely in place, I went to check in.
    The desk clerk nodded at me as I walked in, his battered cowboy hat pulled low over his ears and a few stray grey hairs sticking out at the edges. John had checked me in here more than once .
    “ Find any kids today , Ry? ” He was also the only person I let get away with shortening my name ; he was , after all , in his eighties and I figured he ’ d earned his right to say whatever he wanted to at his age.
    “ Nope, not today. Kissed an FBI agent , though. That was kind of fun. ” I winked at him and he smiled back at me. It was a routine game between us . I told him the truth and he thought I was funning him.
    “ Did you make him blush? ”
    I scooped my room key off the counter. “ Come on , John, you know a lady ’ s not supposed to kiss and tell. Then again, I ’ m not much of a lady, so yes, I made him blush and his partner too. Too hot to handle — you should know that about me by now , John. ”
    He guffawed and said, “ Off with you now , girl. I swear, an FBI agent? ”
    I stepped back out into the quickly cooling night air and walked down to my unit. Number thirteen. I liked it, and it was the one everybody else avoided so I didn ’ t have to worry about how many peopl e had left their little nasty bits behind in the communal bed. Gross , I know, but something to think about next time you stay in a hotel.
    It was still early , so I sat down at the small but real wooden desk, pulled out a pen and paper , and began to write down what I knew so far. At the top of the page I put India ’ s name, age, hair and eye colour, suspected abilities , and quirks her parents told me about. I had nothing else to speculate on except what groups could possibly want her and her abilities as a spirit seeker. That had been my first inclination when I saw the pictures —someone who could commune with the dead with great ease and for whom the dead held a great affection. Like someone who was good with animals, spirit seekers rarely had to actually seek out spirits ; the dead came