“Now that’s something you don’t see every day.” John stood with arms akimbo, surveying the scene. “Tell me you weren’t here last night.”
A bright yellow line of police tape marked out the borders of the scene, commanding capital letters spelling out Do Not Cross. Officers moved about, talking to each other, hurrying pedestrians along, shouting at reporters. It had started to rain again, heavy cold drops promising a downpour. Val shivered, tugging an arm through a sleeve of his jacket. At least he’d stopped sweating. “Fuck it’s cold.”
John nodded. He wasn’t really paying attention, focused on the scene outside Elephant Blues. “What do you reckon went down?”
“Went down? What, like a mob hit?” Val hunched his shoulders against the rain, shuffling his feet a little. He needed to get inside with a beer. Preferably more than one beer.
“Look.” John’s arm pointed to each item. “Six ambulances. But the lights aren’t on, no one’s rushing. Medics are just wandering about, comparing notes. No hurry there. Whatever they came for, it’s happened and moved on. There’s a billion cops but they don’t look worried — see those two? Talking like they’re out for a Sunday stroll. There’s reporters everywhere. It’s like Al Capone stopped by for a whiskey.”
Valentine’s an ordinary guy with ordinary problems. His boss is an asshole. He’s an alcoholic. And he’s getting that middle age spread just a bit too early. One night — the one night he can’t remember — changes everything. What happened at the popular downtown bar, The Elephant Blues? Why is Biomne, the largest pharmaceutical company in the world, so interested in him — and the virus he carries? How is he getting stronger, faster, and more fit? And what’s the connection between Valentine and the criminally insane Russian, Volk?
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Genre – Action, Thriller, Urban Fantasy
Rating – R16
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