“You’re certain there was nothing else? I have this feeling—”
He squeezed her hand again then released it. “I brought you something.”
“You did?” She eyed him suspiciously. “I don’t see anything.”
“Wait there.” He went to the door, poked his head out, and gave the nurse’s aide a thumbs-up. “It’s time,” he said.
A moment later, Mick was scowling up at them. “What the hell, Hollywood?”
He crossed to the window and raised the blind. The nurse rearranged bags, tubes and monitors and rolled her bed to the window, positioned so she could see out.
“For you, Mick.”
“A view of the parking lot?”
“There, in the valet’s spot.”
Zach knew the moment she saw them because she caught her breath. Jacqui, holding a bouquet of flowers. Alexander with balloons, bobbling like crazy as he jumped up and down with excitement. Angel with them, waving a handmade Get Well Soon sign.
And with them, almost as good as new and ready to roll…
“The Nova?” she said, turning her gaze to him. “How did you . . . it wasn’t supposed to be ready for—”
She bit the words back. Shook her head, a smile tugging at her mouth. “It’s always going to be like this, isn’t it? You the hero, me the zero? That is, if you’re staying.”
“I’m staying, partner. It looks like you’re stuck with me.”
About the Author
Erica Spindler is the New York Times and International Chart bestselling author of thirty-two novels and three eNovellas. Published in twenty-five countries, she has been called “The Master of Addictive Suspense” and “Queen of the Romantic Thriller.”
The Lightkeepers is Erica’s first series, something she’s wanted to do for years. All she was waiting for was the right characters. She found them in Micki Dee Dare, reformed southern belle turned kick ass cop, and Zach “Hollywood” Harris, a charming bad boy with some very cool, save-the-world skills.
Erica splits her writing time between her New Orleans area home, her favorite coffeeshop, and a lakeside retreat. She’s married to her college sweetheart, has two sons and the constant companionship of Roxie, the wonder retriever.
Erica is currently at home in New Orleans, writing Micki and Zach’s next adventure, TRIPLE SIX.
Other Books by this Author:
The First Wife
Justice for Sara
Watch Me Die
Blood Vines
Breakneck
Last Known Victim
Copycat
Killer Takes All
See Jane Die
In Silence
Dead Run
Bone Cold
All Fall Down
Cause for Alarm
Shocking Pink
Fortune
Forbidden Fruit
Red
A sneak peek at the next book in The Lightkeepers series TRIPLE SIX
Available November, 2016
Prologue
New Orleans, Louisiana
Monday, July 22
3:00 P.M.
Lost Angel Ministries. Zach Harris stood at the wrought iron gate, gazing at the sign as it swayed in the breeze. The iron fence circled the property, a Victorian home from days gone by, repurposed into a center that helped lost and disenfranchised youth. Youth who were special. Very.
The front door opened and a teenager darted out, calling “bye” over her shoulder. She was small with a spiky pixie haircut—the spikes dyed Irish green. She met his eyes as she reached the gate. Beautiful eyes. A brilliant green that matched her hair.
She was one of them. Lightkeeper.
Or like him, a mutation of one.
“Hey,” she said, slipping past him.
“Hey,” he responded back, and headed through the gate and up the walk. It felt weird, thinking of himself that way. A light-being enrobed in human flesh, sent to guide the human race toward good? Mortal angels in a life or death battle with an ancient evil?
It felt like total bullshit. It pissed him off. He might not want to buy in, but at this point, he didn’t have a choice. Like it or not, his eyes had been opened.
From the Neutral ground behind him came the rumble of the streetcar. He glanced over his shoulder at it, bright, shiny red, windows shut tight to keep the heat out. He turned, reached the door, looked directly at the security camera and was buzzed in.
Eli met him in the foyer. He looked no worse for wear, as if saving lives and battling the forces of darkness had the rejuvenating properties of a spa day.
“Zach, buddy—” he clapped him on the back “—great to see you. Come, they’re in the conference room.”
They started in that direction. Eli turned his extraordinary gaze on him. “You’ve been to the hospital and seen Michaela?”
“Left just a little bit ago.”
“How is she?”
“Healing quickly. Very.”
“I do good work.”
The cockiness annoyed the crap out of him. “She says she remembers being surrounded by a beautiful, healing light. Like being wrapped in an angel’s wings.”
Eli stopped and cocked his head. “Did she? That’s curious. And what did you tell her?”
“That she had lost a lot of blood, was in shock or hallucinating.”