The Soul Summoner (The Soul Summoner Saga Book 1) by Elicia Hyder Page B
Authors: Elicia Hyder
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this."
"I'm serious. How do you make one disappear?" I asked.
He considered it. "I would incinerate it," he said. "Burn it to dust, then scatter and cover the evidence."
My nose wrinkled. "The smell would be suspicious."
He shrugged. "Not necessarily in this area. Moonshiners hide their smoke pretty well."
"How's a serial killer gonna tote an incinerator all over the state?" I shook my head. "You're not much help."
He laughed. "Probably because I'm tired. Let's continue this over the weekend."
"I'm going to the Brewgrass Festival this weekend at Memorial Stadium," I said.
"Oh, yeah. I've heard a lot about it. It's a good time, huh?" he asked.
I smiled. "If you like beer."
He stood up. "You know I do."
"So I'll see you there?" I asked.
"Maybe." He reached out his hand and pulled me to my feet. "I'm going to go home and pass out before I have to do this crap all over again tomorrow. I'm exhausted."
He picked up his boots and carried them down the stairs. As he stepped onto the sidewalk, the sound of rustling leaves between my house and the house next door caught both of our attention. Nathan grabbed a flashlight off his belt and I closed my eyes.
"There's no one there. Must be a cat or something." I leaned against the front handrail of my porch.
He panned the flashlight around the side of the house and then looked back up at me. "How do you know?"
I smiled. "Maybe I'm a witch."
He shook his head and rolled his eyes. He yanked his driver's side door open and grumbled as he climbed inside. "I'm never going to get used to this. Goodnight, Sloan."
I waved to him. "Goodnight, Nathan."
* * *
When Saturday finally rolled around, I drove to Adrianne's townhouse to pick her up. She had on sunglasses that were bigger than her face. "You look ridiculous," I said as she got into my car.
She scowled over the top of her glasses at my black "This Girl Needs a Beer" tee and blue jeans. "Oh, you're the fashion expert now?" She noticed the angel pin on my shirt. "What's this?"
As I drove, I told her all about Kayleigh surprising me at home. When I finished, she slapped my leg. "See? Doesn't that feel good?" she asked.
I smiled. "Better than any feeling I've ever had before."
"And I've always thought you were a witch. Maybe you are an angel instead," she said.
I smirked. "You're so funny."
"How are things with the hot detective?" she asked.
I shrugged and turned toward the stadium. "Well, I agreed to help him with the serial killer case. We spent almost all day Saturday working on it." I looked over at her. "I want you to promise me you'll be careful, Adrianne."
She nodded. "No serial killers for me," she said. "I'm going to run every guy I talk to by you first."
"You have done that for the past several years and you never listen to me," I said.
"Well, you're a little overprotective. You need to tell me, 'that guy's a serial killer, Adrianne' and I won't go out with him," she assured me.
"They don't come with references and a background check," I said. "If I tell you I'm getting bad vibes, that should be enough."
She floated her hand through the air signaling she was bored with the conversation. "You've got our tickets?" she asked.
"They are in the bag next to the chairs," I said.
Memorial Stadium was already overflowing with people when we pulled into the grassy parking lot. "I hope you don't mind," Adrianne said as we got out and began unloading my trunk, "but I told Mark that we were going to be here today, and he said that he and Colin might come by."
"Who?" I pulled out a camping chair and slung it over my shoulder.
She retrieved the other chair. "Colin and Mark, the guys from the bar last weekend."
I groaned and leaned against my bumper. "Seriously, Adrianne? Case in point of you not listening to me. Please tell me that you're joking."
She shrugged. "They were cute and they paid our tabs."
"They were obnoxious. Especially Mark. And Colin was so full of himself I wanted to hit him over the
"I'm serious. How do you make one disappear?" I asked.
He considered it. "I would incinerate it," he said. "Burn it to dust, then scatter and cover the evidence."
My nose wrinkled. "The smell would be suspicious."
He shrugged. "Not necessarily in this area. Moonshiners hide their smoke pretty well."
"How's a serial killer gonna tote an incinerator all over the state?" I shook my head. "You're not much help."
He laughed. "Probably because I'm tired. Let's continue this over the weekend."
"I'm going to the Brewgrass Festival this weekend at Memorial Stadium," I said.
"Oh, yeah. I've heard a lot about it. It's a good time, huh?" he asked.
I smiled. "If you like beer."
He stood up. "You know I do."
"So I'll see you there?" I asked.
"Maybe." He reached out his hand and pulled me to my feet. "I'm going to go home and pass out before I have to do this crap all over again tomorrow. I'm exhausted."
He picked up his boots and carried them down the stairs. As he stepped onto the sidewalk, the sound of rustling leaves between my house and the house next door caught both of our attention. Nathan grabbed a flashlight off his belt and I closed my eyes.
"There's no one there. Must be a cat or something." I leaned against the front handrail of my porch.
He panned the flashlight around the side of the house and then looked back up at me. "How do you know?"
I smiled. "Maybe I'm a witch."
He shook his head and rolled his eyes. He yanked his driver's side door open and grumbled as he climbed inside. "I'm never going to get used to this. Goodnight, Sloan."
I waved to him. "Goodnight, Nathan."
* * *
When Saturday finally rolled around, I drove to Adrianne's townhouse to pick her up. She had on sunglasses that were bigger than her face. "You look ridiculous," I said as she got into my car.
She scowled over the top of her glasses at my black "This Girl Needs a Beer" tee and blue jeans. "Oh, you're the fashion expert now?" She noticed the angel pin on my shirt. "What's this?"
As I drove, I told her all about Kayleigh surprising me at home. When I finished, she slapped my leg. "See? Doesn't that feel good?" she asked.
I smiled. "Better than any feeling I've ever had before."
"And I've always thought you were a witch. Maybe you are an angel instead," she said.
I smirked. "You're so funny."
"How are things with the hot detective?" she asked.
I shrugged and turned toward the stadium. "Well, I agreed to help him with the serial killer case. We spent almost all day Saturday working on it." I looked over at her. "I want you to promise me you'll be careful, Adrianne."
She nodded. "No serial killers for me," she said. "I'm going to run every guy I talk to by you first."
"You have done that for the past several years and you never listen to me," I said.
"Well, you're a little overprotective. You need to tell me, 'that guy's a serial killer, Adrianne' and I won't go out with him," she assured me.
"They don't come with references and a background check," I said. "If I tell you I'm getting bad vibes, that should be enough."
She floated her hand through the air signaling she was bored with the conversation. "You've got our tickets?" she asked.
"They are in the bag next to the chairs," I said.
Memorial Stadium was already overflowing with people when we pulled into the grassy parking lot. "I hope you don't mind," Adrianne said as we got out and began unloading my trunk, "but I told Mark that we were going to be here today, and he said that he and Colin might come by."
"Who?" I pulled out a camping chair and slung it over my shoulder.
She retrieved the other chair. "Colin and Mark, the guys from the bar last weekend."
I groaned and leaned against my bumper. "Seriously, Adrianne? Case in point of you not listening to me. Please tell me that you're joking."
She shrugged. "They were cute and they paid our tabs."
"They were obnoxious. Especially Mark. And Colin was so full of himself I wanted to hit him over the
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