Sisters.
Vi felt the same pull. But it had been thoroughly locked down ahead of WTF. Those hurricane shutters hadnât moved for the storm. Had a feeling theyâd resist them to their last bolt. They could probably shoot their way inâand announce where they were as loudly as possible while doing it. Besides, sheâd gone to a wedding there. Once inside there werenât that many places to hide.
âFirst place Iâd look,â she said, rather than waste energy on a list of bad reasons to try it. Would the bad whoever-it-was after them think of Little Lake? Hard to know what an unknown assailant would do. So all they could do was try to keep moving and thinking. If the search for them did go airborne, which it would, it would up their level of difficulty by quite a bit. Though their attackers had to know theyâd be armed. Wasnât that hard to find out the standard armament for a police skimmer.
Speaking of standard, Vi kinda wished sheâd grabbed the parachutes. Though she wasnât sure thereâd been time. And if that would have been a good move or piling on stupid. They were pretty old school, and she hadnât used one since her police training. Of course, whoever was after them could probably pick them off as they drifted down toâVi considered dirt side and decided sheâd rather die up here. At least there werenât gators up hereâthere had been critters here in the old days, but they were also hologramsâand the suicide oak was offline. Was that symbolic or ironic? She wouldnât have minded a few more real bushes to hide behind.
Even though it was an illusion, it was relief to drop down into the shallow base of the lake. The water wasnât deep, but it did cover her boots. Mud sucked at the soles, then her knees as she crouched next to Joe, with Jack on her other side. She couldnât decide if it smelled better or worse than her last adventure in mud. Stagnant water went bad so fast, but it seemed like this smell predated the storm. The city probably didnât clean them that often when it was all hidden by holograms anyway. She tried to tell herself that no critters would have been able to move up and in, but herself wasnât entirely convinced.
So far thereâd been no sign of pursuit, either on the ground or in the air. That was a puzzler. At least it gave them time to regroup, consider their options.
That didnât take long.
Beside her, Joe dug his hand into the mud and let it slide off his fingers, his expression thoughtful. He must have sensed her gaze, because he met it, one brow lifted a bit.
âIt couldnât hurt,â Vi answered the unspoken question. Kept her sigh to herself. Hadnât they just been to the covered-in-smelly-mud party? Her post-storm shower was a highlight of the week, right after getting kissed by Joe.
âWhat couldnât hurt?â Benson asked. She looked like sheâd replaced awe for shock. And some wary.
But not enough wary yet. Clearly Benson hadnât clued into how deep in the crapeau they were. Vi was gonna go out on a limb and declare the girl crush over. She extracted a handful of mud and held it up. âMud facials. Theyâre supposed to be great for your skin.â
Jack allowed himself to look thoughtful. Dude would be breaking out in half a smile if he wasnât careful.
âIt should mute our heat signatures.â Without losing any laconic, he placed his weapons on the lake bank, lay down and rolled in the mud. And while on his stomach, smeared the stuff liberally over his face and head.
âYou missed a spot,â Vi said, slapping some on his crown. It dripped down over his face, which made him blink. And yup, there it was. The half smile. He was out of control.
âWe should expedite mud application,â Joe said, a bit of something in his voice, that turned Vi his way.
Could a purple dude turn green? She grinned at him, then threw a
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