There's Always Tomorrow (Immortal Series) by Alice Addy Read Free Book Online Page B

startled.   “You know
he’s out there?”
    “Yeah,
darlin’,” Tony said.   “We know he’s
searching for another victim, and we hope to find him first.   Be good, Sophie.   Okay?”   His green eyes grew dark with concern.   He really didn’t trust the stubborn
beauty to do as she was told.   “Sophie?”   He waited for her
promise.
    “Sure,
sure.   I’ll be right here when you
both get back.   Be careful, guys,”
she pleaded.
    Grant chuckled
good-naturedly.   “You don’t have to
worry about us, kid.   Tony and I
have been doing this for a while now, and we’re still here.   See you later.”
    Both men were
laughing as they disappeared through the door, leaving a very curious Sophie
alone, at her desk.  
    She looked
around the quiet and desolate office.   There was nothing that needed to be done.   She had already watered the plants, dusted the shelves, and
straightened all the papers.   She
painted her nails at her desk, and braided her short curls so that they stuck
out all over her head.   After
looking in the restroom mirror, she decided she looked twelve years old and
that was okay with her.   The only
man, to whom she was attracted, didn’t want anything to do with her
anyway.   Maybe he was gay?   Maybe she was just annoying.   Maybe…maybe if she helped to capture
the perp, he’d see her in a different light.   Yeah, that’s what she’d do.   Tony and Grant couldn’t possibly be mad at her after she helped
catch the bad guy.
    Sophie grabbed
her sweater, her purse, and scribbled a short note.   They’d end this thing, tonight!
    * * *
    As the light
began to fade, the various offices shut their doors and their employees
departed for the subways.   The
bustling streets began to quiet down.   Any smart person had already left the area for safer and more populated
locations.
    Tony led Grant
to the dock where he had heard the sounds so clearly, earlier in the day.   “He was here.   I could feel him in my head.”   He looked toward the old tunnel heading beneath the Hudson
River.   “How about in there?” he
asked Grant.
    Grant walked
several yards in the direction of the abandoned tunnel and stopped.   Closing his eyes, he stood motionless
for a few minutes, and then shook his head.   “If he was in there, this afternoon, he’s moved on.   Let’s start from here, but split up and
head for the closest bars and clubs.”   Looking around at the sad, dilapidated buildings, he had no doubt that
the worst of human refuse would be out and about in a few short hours.   It seemed some things never
changed.   “The pickings should be
pretty good in this neighborhood.”
    Tony
agreed.   The two men went in
opposite directions, with the plan to meet back there at eleven o’clock.
    The tuneless
music that reverberated through the open doors of the nightclubs was
deafening.   Added to the shouts and
the bawdy laughter, from the people standing on the sidewalks, Tony was certain
he wouldn’t be able to hear what he needed to hear.   The colored lights made his head spin and his stomach
roll.   It was turning into one
wasted night, he lamented to himself.   Just then, something caught his eye.
    “What the
hell?”   Tony crossed the street and
approached a young black man tagging a wall.   Next to him, was a painting of a rat-like creature holding a
small child.   His eyes glowed
yellow and his nails were sharp—at least three inches long, resembling
claws.   However, there was
something wrong with his skull.   Tony couldn’t turn away from the hideous drawing.
    “Did you do
this?” he asked the young man.
    “What’s it to
you?” the kid countered, defensively.
    Stabbing his
finger at the hideous being pictured on the wall, Tony shouted, “I’m looking
for that man and that child.   Have
you any idea where I can find him?”
    The young man
stood back and looked at the figure drawn on the wall and shuddered.   “Yeah, I got an idea where you can