Dominion: Zoë Martinique Investigation, Book 6 Read Online Free Page B

Mephistopheles, maybe? Was it possible to
talk at such a distance to a First Born? We were in Canada and
Jason was in Georgia.
    I stood, too—testing the waters. The
room didn't spin, but lead weighed down my muscles. I felt as
though I could sleep another week. "What is it?"
    "Manuel's finished. We need to
go."
    Ah. Morgan, not
Mephistopheles.
    "Hey, you have to tell me about
Jason—"
    "And you have to tell me about the
sketch the police showed you. But, I believe it's best we speak
somewhere else. Preferably on the plane."
    Plane? I followed him, feeling a bit
light-headed. Damn, Danny-Boy—how much did you take?
    Nick noticed—or maybe he already knew
how I felt since he was Jason's blood-doll in emergencies—and kept
his arm out for me to steady myself on. We walked through the
hospital—and it looked and felt pretty much like the hospitals in
the states.
    Except I heard more French than
English. Having been in most of the hospitals in Atlanta, Georgia,
and their trauma units, I'd grown used to the slang and yelling so
common in the emergency rooms of the city's most popular hospitals.
Hell, for all I know, I was hearing the same kind of language
here.
    But it sounded nicer.
    Tiny crystals of ice stung my face
when we stepped outside. Bitter cold compared to the warmth of
inside. I wasn't prepared. A limo waited. Nick bundled me inside
and pulled a blanket up over my legs once the door was shut. The
driver pulled into evening traffic as Nick flipped open a side door
to reveal an electric kettle and coffee mugs. He poured hot milk
from the kettle and then chocolate syrup into a mug, and after
stirring, handed it to me. "It's not a hamburger, but it'll keep
you warm and going 'til we get on the plane. Then we can get you a
hamburger."
    I took the mug's handle and blinked at
him. "Nick, can you hear me? Hear my thoughts without
Mephistopheles around?"
    "Sometimes. Other times its
garbled. As if you have an echo in there—" and he touched my left
temple. "Zoë, what was it about the picture that upset you? If the
police here have a
sketch of someone that upset you—I see him as a threat."
    I sipped the hot chocolate. It burned
my tongue, but chocolately goodness made up for it. I reached over
and opened the fridge. Small one-pint boxes of milk sat in a row in
the door and I grabbed one, opened it, and poured some into the mug
to cool it down. Nick waited patiently as I put the milk back and
then sighed. Yeah, I was stalling.
    I didn't want to admit it. Not to
anyone but myself.
    "Nick…you know I was raped,
right?"
    "Yes."
    "That was the man who raped
me."
    "The one in Piedmont Park?" Nick
sounded surprised.
    I searched his face. "Nick, what is
it? Why do you keep asking me about that picture?"
    He leaned over and pulled a
briefcase from a compartment between us. He opened it and pulled
out a folder, but hesitated before he gave it to me. "Zoë, Joe gave
Jason this before you and Daniel left for Canada. It's a composite
sketch made from the only survivor of a rape attack near Piedmont
Park. She and her boyfriend were walking home late. He was killed.
She was also stabbed. The police have kept her survival a secret to
protect her." He handed me the folder. "There hasn't been another
attack since then. When I saw their sketch—" He sighed. "I knew it was
him."
    I took the folder and set the mug down
in a holder to my right. The same man's face stared back at me. The
markings were there—the facial tattoo. The sketch style was
different. Different artist. But it was him. "What attack in
Piedmont Park?"
    "It happened the night after you and
Manuel brought Zacharel in."
    "Does this mean he followed me from
Atlanta to Montreal?"
    Nick said softly, "I think so. We also
know the police here—those two constables—have a positive ID of
Daniel from the employees at that bed-and-breakfast."
    "They said it was
questionable."
    "They're lying."
    "Shit, they're going to think Daniel
did this! But he doesn't look like the