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Clearly Grace wasn’t as smart as I’d originally thought her to be.
    “I don’t think so,” I finished, tossing myself back and shaking my head. “I barely got out of the last assignment alive, or have you forgotten?”
    She licked her front teeth and the meaning glimmering behind her eyes was completely closed off to me. Grace was shielding herself in a way she never had before. Maybe she wasn’t naïve after all.
    I don’t know—obviously at this point I was a feather tossed about in choppy winds. Questioning everything, having no definitive answers for anything. Story of my life these last two weeks.
    “I’ve forgotten nothing,” she muttered. “Take someone with you then, anyone you trust. I don’t care, just find that hive.”
    And there was a “but” in there, I sensed it, felt the word dancing on her tongue... but it never came out, which left me feeling sort of like I was standing on tiptoe at the top of a sheer drop, a hundred miles up in the air, that sort of breathless anticipation of possibility. I shook my head.
    “That it?”
    She nodded. “For now.” Rubbing her skull, she winced and huddled so far into the recliner that she was in danger of disappearing within its overstuffed folds. Grace was a hundred pounds soaking wet, if that. And today she was looking more lethargic and just plain old and human than she normally did.
    She sighed. “Once you find them, come back to me, let me know where, and you’ll get the next set of orders.”
    “And the bodies littering the town? You telling me that has something to do with our zombies? ‘Cause last I checked, those rotten corpses weren’t exactly known for their speed. If they really are in the ranges, how are they making it all the way out here without anyone detecting them?”
    Damn, wasn’t that the crap Grace should have been thinking of already? It wasn’t passing the common-sense test. Zombies were almost indestructible, mainly because it didn’t matter what you did to their bodies, they still moved on. They didn’t need to breathe or even take a dump to survive. They were a lot like roaches that way. A nuclear holocaust would probably not be enough to snuff the bastards out.
    She cocked her head. “Dora?”
    My name was an obvious question and there was a wealth of meaning hidden in that one word. A million different questions, none of which I had answers for. Her eyes held an edge of freneticism to them. Gray, bushy brows lowered over a set of blue eyes that gleamed just as intelligently today as they had thirty years ago. Bird chest puffing in and out, Grace appeared to be struggling with something.
    Lifting a brow, I waited for her to finish her thought.
    Her smile was grim as she said, “I’m glad you’re okay. You know that, right?”
    I snorted. “Yup. Sure, I know that, Grace.” And with that lie echoing between us, I stood and slid the manila envelope behind my back so that it poked out of the top of my jeans. Patting my shirt back into place, I nodded.
    “Guess I’ll call you?”
    “Aye. Godspeed.”
    It took everything I possessed not to spit in her face, and invoking God’s name while addressing me... She was more blasphemous than I could, or would, ever be. I didn’t look back, I didn’t hug her good-bye, and if she suspected why, I really didn’t give a damn either.
    Grace’s days were numbered.
    She would die and I was the hand of judgment. Grace loved quoting her Bible verses, and as I walked out the door, I muttered one under my breath. Not just words, but a promise to myself, to her, to Kemen.
    “And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him.”

L ast Friday we’d set up the carnival. We weren’t that far outside Mexico City, fifty miles or so, which meant we had a nice, steady stream of prey not only from the local village but from the big city as well, but this crowd of about five hundred was nothing compared to the crowd we’d get on