Sunday Snippet: Intersecting Angles (Urban Grit novella)

October is starting off on something of a down note. But it's spooky season and that makes me very happy.

Received some sad news this morning about one of my current authors. He had a rare form of brain cancer and passed peacefully yesterday. I'm so glad I got to know him and his story, which I hope we'll be able to share with others.

I ended up having a decent week with work projects and managed to get some other things done along with a good bit of writing. Have one manuscript almost finished up and I'm excited to get it out in the world.

Pretty good week of viewing also. I managed to make it all the way through my current roster of shows and got one that simmers on the back burner most of the time mostly watched.

Started the week with the season finale of My Life Is Murder and thoroughly enjoyed the episode. So great to kind of have some closure for Alexa's cycle of grief. I loved how the two-part episode played out.

Caught DI Jack's last episode of Death in Paradise. Really enjoyed his sendoff and look forward to the new DI's introduction in the next episode. Really have to thank my sister-in-law for recommending this show.

Finished up the second half of Silent Witness. The episode took a turn I didn't expect and that always makes me happy. For a show that's been running for twenty-seven seasons being able to surprise the audience—or at least me—is excellent.

Watched an episode of Elementary and quite liked it. It's fun to watch Sherlock and Joan navigate their living together and it's really awesome to see Joan stepping out and solving some of Sherlock's cold cases.

Enjoyed an episode of The Batman with Green Arrow featuring as the Justice League character. This ended up being a pretty decent episode even without an appearance by Batgirl again.

Caught an episode of Classic Rugrats. Some more new-to-me vignettes. Enjoyed all three.

Also got most of the way through a Peak Practice episode, which is the one that simmers on the back burner when I don't have time to do a full cycle of shows. Looking forward to finishing this one up.

That's pretty much it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from Intersecting Angles, a novella that carries on with the characters from Urban Grit.

Here's the miniblurb:

Keeley Fitz and Holt Matterworth are back in action and exploring a series of caves for their web drama, Urban Grit. Local legend says the caverns are haunted by a smuggler that won't let anyone near his stash of bootleg rum, which is a challenge too good to pass up for the duo. But … what they discover has nothing to do with rum and everything to do with something much older and more sinister.

And a preview snippet…

Holt flung his arm outward. "That's a terrible idea. You're really not helping." They either stuck together or nothing.

Keely swung her gaze toward Holt. "What. Ever. You do what you think is best. You always do." She rolled her eyes and spun away.

Holt snapped back at her. "And you don't? Geez, Keels, I can’t win here. You think you could cut me some slack? This decision is impossible." And who the hell knew trolls actually existed or that they'd be such a pain in the ass.

Keeley snorted. "Then don't make one." She turned and started to walk away.

Don’t make one. The lightbulb went off in his mind. Why should he make an impossible choice? As long as he made a decision, right? He played the trolls words over again. This could actually work.

He reached out for Keeley. "You know what? I won't." He glanced at the other couple. "I'm calling bullshit. Let's go. We're all walking out of here right now." He wrapped an arm around Keeley's waist and hoisted the equipment pack over one shoulder.

The other couple blinked and asked in unison. "Have you lost your mind."

Keeley laughed and shook her head. "Aw, hell, of course. He's right. This is bullshit." She hooked a finger onto one of his beltloops. "The only answer to an impossible decision is to not choose at all. Not picking between two fucked-up things creates a … what's it called?" She snapped her fingers. "A paradox. That's it. If Holt rejects the options, he creates our way to get out of here, because he's making a choice to ignore shitty outcomes." She angled her head and met his gaze. "By choosing to forge a new path. A choice is still a choice, right? This just happens to be something else." Her head jerked toward the first tunnel. "Come on. Let's get outta here." Reaching down, she grabbed the backpack with the food and water inside.

The other couple picked up their gear and fell into step behind Holt and Keeley. They barely cleared the entrance of the tunnel before a loud voice boomed overhead.

"Stop right there! Don't even think about going any further!"

This one is in the preliminary stages but I'm excited to see what the sages come up with for Keeley and Holt.

 

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Urban Grit

Welcome July! The month that my doggos hate with the intensity of a thousand suns. And we actually got an early start on the fireworks this year … about mid-June or at least the last two weekends. Personally, I love a good fireworks show. The dogs really don't. They get antsy and want to go outside but hate it outside because of the loud crackle and booms. It's exhausting.

Had a good week with work. Finished up two projects and made way to get started on a new one. I'm hoping to slide in some extra freelance work this month because I'm in between two developmental edits at the moment and could use something to keep my busy.

Also had a bit of a scare with my dad. He ended up in the hospital for a few days but he's doing well.

Not a bad week for television. I'm really angry I didn't get to watch Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies before Paramount yanked it. It angers me that studios can pull whatever they want to write off for tax purposes. I'd love to be able to do that on a personal level.

I finished up the ninth season of Brokenwood Mysteries. Actually loved the episode. This is such a comfort watch for me. Looking forward to starting Cannes Confidential this week, especially since one of my favorite actors is involved.

Caught another episode of Madame Blanc Mysteries and enjoyed the mystery. Not sure I'm excited about having the creepy woman back but I'll reserve judgment on that one. I love the cast of characters in this show.

Finished up the second part of Silent Witness and the episode definitely took a turn I didn't expect. I like it when that happens!

Enjoyed another episode of Death in Paradise. I'd seen most of this one before and I'm glad I got to watch the whole episode. I'm loving this show.

Continued my rewatch of Battlestar Galactica with "Flight of the Phoenix." This one had so much going on and it was all spectacular. The pilot interaction ended up being my favorite thing, as usual. But lots of good stuff overall.

Started the second season of Fantasy Island. I'm about halfway through the episode and enjoying it so far. I'm definitely here for Raphael and Elena interactions!

That's pretty much it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from Urban Grit, a novella about a couple that drags their friends into a dangerous situation then have to solve the problem.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Keeley Fitz and Holt Matterworth produce and star in the reality docu-style web drama, Urban Grit. They shamelessly drag their friends along on their adventures where they try to bust and debunk urban myths … except they quickly learn most legends all have a basis in truth.

And a preview snippet…

Holt stopped the SUV by the main gate and waited for Dean to get inside before pulling up the property assessments for the house and acreage. "This covers everything listed on the deed." He made the map go full screen on the tablet.

Keeley leaned closer. "So, the house is pretty much centrally located on the plotted area. What's this section behind the summer kitchen?" The small structure sat directly behind the house.

Holt glanced at the key in the lower portion of the monitor. "Looks like a cemetery, according to the symbols here." He pointed to a square going around the bordered off area. "It's surrounded by shrubbery and has an iron gate if this picture is accurate." The image had a date about ten years old on it.

Dean frowned. "There are two more outbuildings on the east side of the property and three in the northwest corner. That's a lot of ground to cover."

Holt gave a nod. "We should maybe start here." He pointed to the far side of the grounds that butted up against the neighbor's boundary line.

Dean cocked his head. "Why not go through the main gate?" He fidgeted, his impatience rolling off him in waves.

Holt countered. "The hound might be guarding the entrance. And we can't see it, so I'd rather start from the back and work through those areas first." He didn't like not having a clue about where to begin.

Dean grunted. "Good point. Rear of the property we go." He started to pop the door open.

Keeley put up a hand. "Hold up. Let's start with the cemetery. It's out in the open and we'll have more room to maneuver." She dug through the duffel bag at her feet and brought out three bags of salt. "If we get trapped or chased, the salt should neutralize the hellhound and keep him from coming after us." She handed two of the bags over and kept one for herself.

Holt didn't roll his eyes, but he doubted the salt would offer much in the way of protection. "Look, there's a lane that goes along the east side of the property. Let's drive as far as we can then cut through the trees toward the cemetery on foot."

Keeley and Dean settled back, and Holt started the engine again. He carefully maneuvered the SUV over the jutted track and finally came to a stop about two-thirds of the way down the trail. A fallen tree blocked the rest of the path.

Dean scrambled out of the vehicle. "This might be good. According to the assessor's marks, if we cut through here, the cemetery should be in our sights." He started toward the tree line.

Keeley met Holt's gaze. "Let him take the lead. We'll back him up." She started forward, hefting the bag of salt under one arm.

"Hey! I see someone. It's gotta be Joanie." Dean started off a run.

Keeley quickly caught him. "Slow down. I know you want to find out if it's her, but if you run and the hound isn't at the front gate, it'll give chase." She sent Holt a pleading glance.

Holt lifted his chin. "She's right. Let's take our time and listen for anything prowling around on the way. If it's Joanie, she needs us to get there in one piece."

Dean huffed out a breath. "Fine. You're right. Let's go." He started forward again at a slower pace.

Holt kept his ears tuned to any odd sounds. When they approached the hedge line, the gnarled branches were so overgrown he didn't think they'd get through. But Keeley found a small opening and motioned for them.

She held some branches back. "We should fit through here. You guys go first and I'll hold the branches back." She made a bigger hole.

Dean ducked through and Holt quickly followed. Keeley turned and backed through then let go of the swath she held. Turning, her eyes went wide, and she nodded toward the figure waving their hands up and down.

Dean's lips curved. "It's her! I'd recognize that monstrosity of a coat anywhere." He started forward but paused. "Go slow. Don't run."

Keeley nudged Holt with her shoulder. "He's getting it." She followed behind.

Holt brought up the rear still listening for the sounds of growling or running footsteps … or paws as the case might be.

Joanie called out when they got closer. "You're okay. The hound is prowling outside the gate over there." She pointed to the rusted barrier.

Dean swept her up. "Are you okay? Did it hurt you?" He set her down and started checking her over.

Joanie shook her head. "No, once it tore the door off the freezer, I kind of held my ground while it circled me. It came toward me, snarling and snapping but stopped when I put my hands down." She shuddered a little. "Then it got behind me and nudged me out of the freezer and kept pushing me until we got here. I started for the house, but it growled and started butting its head against me again until I finally figured out where it wanted me to go." She held up her phone. "There's a lot of information about hellhounds on the web. I'm pretty sure it won't let me leave the property. But I do think we might be able to get to the house."

Holt shook his head. "That's a terrible idea. We should get the hell out of Dodge and as far away from her as we can." He raked a hand over his head. "There has to be something better than going back to the house."

Dean whirled around. "Tough shit. We're going there. I won't put Joanie in any more danger." He wrapped an arm around her.

Holt frowned. "Look, there's a cabin about ten miles away that's secluded and should be safe." He didn't think sticking around with a ravaging beast would be a good plan.

Joanie gave a quick shake of her head. "I'd rather not chance having the hellhound follow us there and hurt innocent people." She tucked her injured hand in her pocket.

Keeley agreed. "They're right, Holt. We can at least poke around in the house and set up for a few days to figure things out. We've got our gear and we can take turns making runs for supplies if we need them."

Holt made a low growl. "Fine. But this is a shit plan." He tore the bag of salt open. "Get your bags open, put Joanie between you two, and let's make a break for it." He led the group, pouring a trail of the white crystals on the way.

Longer than usual peek but I'm happy with how this turned out.

 

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Urban Grit

First week of August down and in the books. Next weekend we move my daughter to her dorm and pray for the best. They're doing a shortened semester, very similar to what a college quarter used to be. She'll be moving back right before Thanksgiving and won't return to campus until January.

Busy week with projects and random things that needed attention. I did get more of my desk cleared off for the big overhaul organization.

Limited viewing time this week but I got a few things watched. I did start Gabriel's Inferno part two and have about half of it finished. I actually decided to dedicate actual time to watching and not do anything else while it's playing. Hence the reason I'm only halfway through.

I watched another episode of Danger Man and also started a new episode of Blue Heelers. Like I said, busy week where I couldn’t spend the time I wanted to catching up on television.

I did have Ovation's morning mysteries on as background noise during the day. Murdoch Mysteries, Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries, and Midsomer Murders for the win. I also caught a block of Numb3rs on Friday.

That's pretty much it for this week. Tonight's post is from Urban Grit, a novella that got a start with a writing community prompt.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Keeley Fitz and Holt Matterworth produce and star in the reality docu-style web drama, Urban Grit. They shamelessly drag their friends along on their adventures where they try to bust and debunk urban myths … except they quickly learn most legends all have a basis in truth.

And a preview snippet…

Holt led the way up the ornate staircase with Dean backlighting the area. "The research on this place is sketchy, but we had an opening to get some filming done." He held the camera and did a slow sweeping shot of what the steps looked like.

Dean cocked his head. "So, it's what? Haunted? Possessed by something? Do you know?" He moved ahead and adjusted his angle to illuminate the long, wide corridor.

Holt shrugged. "The legend talks about running footsteps, growling and scratching sounds, and claw marks in some of the rooms." Honestly, nothing that would be overly difficult to replicate if anyone had a mind to do so.

Dean caught up, casting a shadowy glow ahead of them. "Hmm. Who owns the place?" He paused beside the first door.

Holt snorted. "Apparently, that's in question. Records have Margaret DuBois listed as the last title holder. But the guy we got permission from claims he has the deed. His name is Mortimer Sparrow." The document certainly appeared to be authentic.

Dean barked out a laugh. "Seriously? Now that's a name for scary tales." He entered the room and swept the light in a wide arc. "Yo, Holt. Check out the corner over there." He wiggled the beam back and forth to indicate the location.

Holt trained the lens on the spot and moved forward. "Ahhh, yeah. Scratches or claw marks." He met Dean's gaze. "Hoax or real?" Hard to tell in the waning light of the evening.

Dean shrugged. "Who knows? But if it's fake, it's a damn good job." He got closer, giving Holt some good backlighting.

Holt zoomed in and panned from one edge of the swipe marks to the other. "About a six-foot arch, yeah?" He glanced over his shoulder to get confirmation.

Dean nodded. "At least. Weird that it's only one, right?" He turned and directed the light in a wide circle. "I'm not seeing anything else on the walls."

Holt moved toward the window and leaned down to get a better look. "Hmm. There're some marks here, too." Directing the camera, he got some footage of the scratches on the sill.

Dean wandered out into the corridor. "Wanna check the room across the hall?" He tried the knob but the door wouldn't budge.

Holt got a kick of warning. "Locked or stuck?" He made his way over to Dean's side.

Dean set the light down. "Stuck, I think." He put his shoulder to the wood panel. "Lemme try to give it a shove." Putting his weight into it, he moved back and lunged forward.

The door gave way and the nasty stench of something disgusting rolled out. Dean coughed and grimaced, backing away. Holt pulled his T-shirt collar up over his nose and grabbed the light. Shining it inside the dimly lit space, he blinked at the sight greeting him. The walls were spackled with feathers and dotted with pock marks—maybe from a beak pecking at the surface?

Dean pulled a mask from his pocket and put it on. "Man, that's some epic aroma. Think a bird got trapped in here?" He moved forward and took the light, giving Holt a chance to grab a mask also.

Holt put the covering on and entered the room. "Eh, this couldn't be from a single bird. No way." The sheer number of feathers littering the floor and walls indicated multiple numbers.

"Holy shit. What the hell happened in here?" Keeley winced and covered her nose, quickly backing out of the room. "Joanie, trust me when I say this, break out the masks and gloves."

Leave it to Keeley to state the obvious. But, damn, if she didn't have a valid point.

This story can't quite decide if going to be super scary or more of a tongue in cheek romp. Either way, I'm having fun writing it!

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Urban Grit

So… The Last Ship has a beyond awesome two-hour season premiere. I'm so happy this show is back on my television! I love where the characters are and I've added Meylan to my "do not kill" list. The showrunners better be listening or they're paying my bar tab at the end of the season. Just saying.

I'm making headway on my catch-up viewing of Killjoys, Dark Matter, and Wynonna Earp. Totally love where all three shows are going. Killjoys just makes me happy with the twisty turns it takes when I'm least expecting them. I didn't know if I'd be on board with the whole Aneela shtick, but I really like the small revelations we get here and there. Dark Matter can be uber confusing sometimes, but I like the overall arc of where things end up. Wynonna Earp blows my mind. The cast interactions are amazing and I'm so happy another season will be on tap.

Catching up on Teen Wolf and, yeah, Gerard being back makes things very interesting. I love the element of fear being almost personified. Looking forward to where everything ends up.

In casting news, one of my favorite actresses signed on to be a villain on The Flash. Looking forward to seeing what Katee brings to the table as a baddie.

That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Urban Grit, a novella that got a start with a request to write something in subway tunnels. I liked the idea and we'll see if I can work those tunnels into the story.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Keeley Fitz and Holt Matterworth produce and star in the reality docu-style web drama, Urban Grit. They shamelessly drag their friends along on their adventures where they try to bust and debunk urban myths… except they quickly learn most legends all have a basis in truth.

And a preview snippet…

Keeley Fitz adjusted the camera angle and handed the device to her friend Joanie Carson. "Get some shots of the furniture and décor. This stuff looks like it's straight out of Victorian England." Some of the items might fetch a nice price at auction, even if they weren't true antiques.

Holt Matterworth, Keeley's partner in everything, shook his head. "Keels, we talked about this. No one cares what the interior of the haunted house looks like." He nudged the fourth occupant of the room with his shoulder. "Back me up on this, Dean."

Dean Wallander shrugged. "Considering we're in the middle of the city and this old place looks like it's never seen an upgrade or reno, I'm kind of with Keeley." He shot Holt an apologetic glance. "Can't hurt to showcase the creepy ambiance."

Holt sighed. "Fine. Keeley, while you and Joanie are getting atmosphere shots, Dean and I will actually try to find whatever is supposedly haunting this place." He picked up a second camera and started for the foyer.

Keeley motioned for Joanie to continue filming then followed the guys. "Holt, hold up a moment." She grabbed his arm and tugged him around to face her. "For luck." She bounced up on her tiptoes and brushed her lips over his.

He grinned and hauled her close. "You can do better than that." His head lowered and he slanted his mouth over hers, his tongue sweeping inside to duel with hers.

Keeley melted against him, fisting her hands in his shirt. Holt might get a little cranky when shoots didn't go his way, but he never failed to respond when she tried to make amends. Their chemistry made their web series, Urban Grit, incredibly popular.

Dean cleared his throat. "Hello? Trying to get footage for your next episode. You don't see Joanie and me making out while we're trying to work."

Holt lifted his head and shot Dean a sideways glance. "Perks of being the producer instead of a lowly employee." His mouth caught Keeley's in a quick, hard kiss.

Joanie snorted. "Employees get paid. Friends only go along for the ride."

Keeley laughed. "Only the best of friends, which you and Dean are." She stepped away from Holt. "Go, you two. We won't be long." She swept an arm out. "Seriously, we can't pass up the opportunity to catalog the vintage style here." Crossing over to Joanie, she waved at the man when they exited the room.

Joanie shook her head. "You know I'm not serious about the being paid thing, right?" She panned the room, taking sweeping shots of the walls.

Keeley moved the limited light they had, shining it on the fireplace. "I know. But with sponsorship growing and the new advertising packages, don't be surprised if you and Dean get a big bonus around the holidays." A bright sheen caught her attention and she moved closer to the mantel with the light. "You're both popular with our viewers so, who knows, maybe we can convince you guys to take on a bigger role than being tagalongs." The source of the almost ethereal shine turned out to be an ornate sconce flanking one side of the painted brick chimney.

The taper candle tilted at an angle and the holder listed to one side.

Joanie moved up behind Keeley, pointing the camera at the fireplace. "Wow, that's gorgeous." She used her free hand to straighten the candleholder. "Such intricate detailing and scrollwork. I haven't seen—" Joanie gasped. "Ouch! Damn, that hurt." She shook her hand then brought her finger to her mouth. "Ugh. I cut myself on one of the leaves." Several beads of blood welled on her skin.

Keeley grabbed Joanie's palm, getting a look at the injury. "Let's get this cleaned up. I have a bottle of water in the camera bag. We should at least flush the area and put some antibiotic ointment and a band-aid on it." She dragged Joanie to the equipment bundle and fished around to find the needed items.

Joanie turned the camera off. "I'm such a klutz. I know better than to start messing with furniture."

They had a close call last year when a chandelier nearly fell on top of them when they moved a dust-cover clad sofa.

Keeley chuckled. "This is minor. At least we're not sweeping up glass and paying for damages." She checked the pinprick wounds. "Looks like the bleeding stopped. Let me get a band-aid." After applying ointment, she wound the sheer strip over the injured spot.

Joanie wiggled her finger. "All better. Except for the throbbing. Why do such small boo-boos hurt so bad?" She grabbed the camera again and turned it back on.

Keeley shrugged. "Getting hurt in the line of non-paid duty always stings." She started for the foyer. "Let's find the guys and see if we can stay out of trouble."

Joanie laughed and followed behind.

Neither woman noticed the eerie reddish-orange glow that rippled around the sconce then burst into form before landing on the floor in front of the fireplace.

I like how this scene came together and it might serve as the opening to the book.

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Urban Grit

February 8, 2015

WooHoo! Bitten is back and Elena is pissed off. All I'll say for now since it's not airing the US yet. Season two opened with a great episode. Looking forward to seeing how everything plays out. And The Walking Dead returned. I’m watching as I type. Interesting episode so far, very different, which I like.

Over on The Flash and Arrow, good efforts by both shows. I'm happy to see Oliver back in Starling City and the angst factor cranking up to a zillion. Gotham and Sleepy Hollow were okay, especially that ending on SH.

Now I just need Orphan Black to return and make my brain explode. LOL

Tonight's post is from Urban Grit, a fun novella where the characters unleash something they don't quite believe even exists.

Here's the tagline:

Keeley Fitz and Holt Matterworth produce and star in the reality docu-style web drama, Urban Grit. They shamelessly drag their friends along on their adventures where they try to bust and debunk urban myths… except they quickly learn most legends all have a basis in truth.

And a preview snippet…

Keeley pushed up and angled around to straddle Holt's torso. "Ready for round two?" His erection bobbed against her ass and she chuckled. "Never mind, I already have the answer." Leaning down, she meshed her lips with his, sliding her tongue past his teeth.

Holt's fingers dug into her buttocks, stilling the movement of her hips. He wanted to be inside her as much as she needed him there. Keeley smiled against his mouth, lifted up a little, and sank down over his long shaft.

Holt tore his mouth away from hers, letting a low groan. "Mmm, Keels. You're so damned hot." His lips latched onto her nipple, dragging the tip between his teeth.

Keeley shuddered and gasped out a breath. "More, Holt. Use your tongue." She rocked back and forth.

Holt complied, flicking and swirling around the pebbled peak. Keeley threw her head back, a zing of heat scorching straight to her core. She loved the magic Holt created with his wicked tongue.

A loud pounding on their door intruded on the moment. Holt broke away from her breast, his head twisting sideways on the pillow, a growl of frustration rumbling in his chest.

"Come on you guys, open up." Dean thumped on the hard wood again.

Keeley exhaled harshly. "Yeah, yeah. Just a minute." She eased up and off Holt's cock and drew the sheet over his hips.

Grabbing the quilt from the foot of the bed, she cracked the door open.

Dean shoved his way into the room, got a good look at each of them and rolled his eyes. "Geez, do you two ever take a night off?" He whirled around and snagged their jackets from the coat tree. "Throw some clothes on and grab your gear. We set something loose at that old manor house and it's chasing Joanie." He turned away, facing the exit.

Holt jumped up and stuffed his legs into his jeans, jerking them up past his hips. "Do you know what's after her?"

Keeley dropped the quilt and pulled her shirt on then fished around for her beat up cargo pants. Yanking them on, she buttoned the fly and glanced up to find Holt holding her boots.

Dean kept his back turned, but answered. "The best I can figure from her description? A hellhound."

Keeley paused from lacing up her shoes. "Wait, from her description? You didn't see it?" Crap, definitely something new. They'd never gone after an invisible foe before.

Dean cast a quick look over his shoulder. "No. She came tearing out of the ladies' room after we finished dessert and said a dark, mangy animal with huge fucking teeth crashed in through the window." He threw the coats in their direction. "Two seconds later, the rankest stench I've ever smelled and a chewed through table cleared out the diner. I can't see the damned beast, but I sure as hell can hear its teeth snapping and its vicious howling." He threw his arms out. "Can we go now?"

Holt shrugged into his jacket and grabbed the weapon bag. "Yeah, let's roll." He made his way to the door. "Where is Joanie now?"

Keeley hauled the equipment duffel over her shoulder, moving to stand beside Holt.

Dean brought up the rear. "Right now? Standing in a freezer at the restaurant."

Keeley shot him a sideways glance. "A freezer?" For what flaming reason would he pick that particular location?

Dean shrugged. "It's the only place I could think of that might keep her safe."

Holt opened the door and beat Keeley to the next obvious question. "How the hell does a freezer keep her safe?"

Dean pushed Keeley forward and dashed around her to the SUV. "Because she's covered head to toe in that monstrosity of a coat she wears and the door is six inches of stainless steel." He dragged the door open and jammed the truck into gear.

Holt slid into the passenger seat. "Right."

Keeley hopped in the back. "Yeah, okay."

Dean tore out of the parking lot and Holt shot her a quick look. Keeley responded with a shrug. Holt didn't need her to tell him the sit rep.

They were so fucking screwed.

So far, the sages are whispering about more stories from this universe. Here's hoping they'll keep talking. J

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye