Once Bitten (Shadow Guild: The Rebel #1) - Linsey Hall Page 0,6
the other side. “Oh, thank God,” I whispered.
Adrenaline raced through my veins as I picked up an enormous iron paperweight. It was cold and comforting in my hand, and I heaved it through the window. The glass shattered so loudly that I winced, but I didn’t hesitate. Quickly, I grabbed a jacket off the chair behind the desk and tossed it over the jagged edges of the bottom of the window.
I scrambled out as fast as I could, getting a couple of nasty cuts in the process. Pain burned through my knee and my hand as I tumbled out of the window and into the damp alley.
The night was still dark, but it had to be well past midnight. I’d been in the station for hours.
Shaking, I raced down the alley, heading for the back street, which was less busy, though not by much. As I neared the alley exit, I slowed. Sprinting away from a police station was sure to draw too much attention.
My mind spun as I strode out onto the road, trying to act calm as I kept my head down. Cars whizzed by. It was the middle of the night, but London didn’t care. It never cared.
Instinct made me head for my flat. I wasn’t far, but I debated hailing a cab anyway. Normally, I’d never spare the money for a cab. Seeing visions and hunting murderers made it difficult to have normal employment. I was perpetually broke.
But this…
If they caught me…
A black cab approached, the light on top shining bright.
I flung my hand up, and it pulled over to the side of the road. I scrambled in and gave him my address.
“’Aight, lass, I’ll have you there in no time.” The old cabbie didn’t so much as spare me a glance, and I was grateful.
I slumped back in the seat, my heart racing.
I was officially on the run from the law.
From my former colleagues.
Oh, hell.
I shook myself. I had a killer to catch and my name to clear. But first, there were a few things I needed to grab. With any luck, I’d have a short lead and would be in and out before they even realized I was on the run.
Several minutes later, the cab pulled up to my dingy flat.
“You live here?” the driver’s voice was skeptical, and I just passed him the coins for the fare without answering.
I climbed out and looked around, senses on high alert. As always, most of the shops had their corrugated iron doors pulled down, graffiti looking like the shittiest modern art. In all the years I’d lived there, I’d never seen half of them open.
But the six stories of flats over the shops were full of people like me: broke, nervous, struggling to get by.
Everything seemed normal, and I raced to the front door, struggling with my key. It snicked open, and I shoved my way inside, then ran up the narrow stairs to the third floor.
I pushed my way into my flat. It was little more than a tiny room with a minimal kitchen on one side and a couch on the other. No table, chairs, or TV. The walls were the color of pigeon shit, and the window had a delightful set of iron bars over it.
Man, my life was lame.
I lived alone, eating ramen and trying to solve murders, but I never managed to save anyone before they got offed.
As I glanced around the dismal space, an unexpected wave of grief washed over me. I hadn’t particularly loved this place, but now that I might never come back…
I scrubbed away the stinging in my eyes and ran to the tiny bedroom, which was more of a closet, really, with a mattress shoved inside. Beneath the bed, I found the old backpack that I’d kept packed in anticipation of this moment.
My bug-out bag.
I grabbed it and stared down at the ratty nylon.
Corrigan didn’t understand my gift, but he believed in it. He knew I wasn’t the killer. But he also thought I was an idiot, risking my freedom with every murder I tried to solve.
I might be an idiot, but I wasn’t an unprepared idiot. I knew this time might come.
My bug-out bag was packed with my identification, all my spare money—which wasn’t a lot—clothes, and the few mementos of my past that I couldn’t bear to part with. I still didn’t even know my past—I had very few memories, in fact. But one day, I’d figure it out. Not today, though.