Emily Kimelman - Sydney Rye 02 - Death In The Dark - Plot & Excerpts
My voice strained against the wind blowing off the Sea of Cortez. I pushed through the sand, running after him. My dog, Blue, stayed by my side, his gait lopsided. Mulberry was a slow-moving figure several yards ahead of me. Solid looking in the hazy light of dusk, he took his time crossing the sand. He didn’t turn until I grabbed his arm. “Wait,” I panted. “You’re right. I need your help.” Mulberry grinned, pushing his crow’s feet into sharp relief as his yellow-green eyes brightened. “I know,” he laughed. “You’re such a fucking mess.” Mulberry wrapped me in a hug with one strong arm around my waist and the other across my shoulders. He buried his head in my hair and pulled my face into his chest. At first, in that dark intimacy, I felt like I was suffocating. Almost immediately, though, I felt relief wash over me. I was not totally alone in this world; my only companion a limping mutt. Blue yelped, excited by our embrace, and circled us, churning up the sand.
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