Today, I'm revisiting another WIP from the To Catch A Marlin tales. This is a short story, subtitled The Necromancer of the Avon.
For those out of the loop, To Catch A Marlin is a futuristic cat and mouse tale between Special Inspector Pedroni and the vigilante Jax Marlin, who just happens to be a super sexy woman with ninja skills.
In this scene, Pedroni, who is investigating the gruesome ritualistic murders on board the Avon, is about to enter his cabin on a military escort cruiser. He finds a surprise in his cabin. And no, Jax did not commit a 'crime' in this one.
Jax
Marlin waited for him in his tiny room; she stood with one hand on her hip and
a look of disdain on her exotic face.
In fact, she looked a bit peeved.
Pedroni blinked, certain she was an
apparition and briefly wondered if his obsession with her had affected his
vision.
She accosted him in her maddeningly
perfect British accent, “How is it you always manage to get in my way?”
“How is it you’re here?” he
countered and slid shut the door behind him firmly. She was real all right, and looked even more appealing when
furious. He felt ridiculously
naked standing before her in just a robe, and so, resisted the urge to close
the front up securely.
“Forget how I’m here,” she took a
step closer, still fuming. “I
thought you were busy in Spain, where I left you a breadcrumb—where I thought you’d still be.”
“I got called in—it does happen when you’re a
cop, you know.”
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