Jenny Plague-Bringer: (Jenny Pox #4) Read Online Free PDF

she said quietly. “Everything keeps changing.”
    “Maybe you should visit a doctor,” Jenny suggested.
    The young woman’s eyes cleared, and she made an effort to smile. “I think I may be
     too early.  Should you see someone as I described, perhaps sometime in the future,
     will you tell him to contact me?”
    “I suppose,” Jenny said. “What’s his name?”
    “I have only seen his face.  I do not know his name.”
    Okay , it’s a creepy stalker lady , Jenny thought. “How did you get into my building?”
    The girl’s smile seemed more genuine now. “That is easy.  Watch for an older man,
     chat with him as he walks inside, as if you are his guest.”
    “That’s it?”
    “You can add the trick to your repertoire, if you like.”
    “What makes you think I have a repertoire of tricks?” Jenny asked.
    “Every woman should have one.” From her purse, she brought out a pen and a paperback
     by someone called Giuseppe di Lampedusa.  She wrote on a mostly-blank page of the
     book, then ripped it out and passed it to Jenny.  They gave each other a look as the
     torn page passed from one gloved hand to another, but neither commented on the fact
     that they’d both chosen to wear long gloves on a warm day.
    “There is my mobile number and my home address.  I’m at school most days, so evenings
     are better,” the girl said.
    “School?”
    “Art history.  The Pan t heon-Sorbonne.  Do you attend university?”
    “Not at the moment,” Jenny said.  On the scrap of paper, the girl’s handwriting looked
     like some kind of advanced calligraphy, which was a little odd.  Her name was Mariella
     Visconti, so Jenny supposed her accent was Italian.  Jenny folded the page. “I’ll
     keep it just in case, but I don’t believe anybody like that lives here.  You must
     have the wrong apartment building.”
    “You never know what the future may bring.” Mariella winked at her. “Thank you.” 
     She took a long, unsettling look at Jenny’s gloves.
    “Good luck to you.” Jenny was eager to close the door.  The longer Mariella stood
     there, the more uncomfortable Jenny felt. Jenny worried Seth would show up at any
     moment, blowing Jenny’s lie.
    “Perhaps we will meet again,” Mariella said. “Until then...” She gave a small wave
     as she walked toward the stairwell and elevator.
    Jenny closed the door and locked it, her heart racing.  The girl talking about how
     she’d “seen” Seth, but didn’t know his name, made her think of how she’d dreamed of
     Alexander for weeks before meeting him in the flesh.  Of course, Mariella could have
     just been some psycho who’d followed Seth to see where he lived, but there was also
     the weird matter of the gloves, plus the intense uneasy feeling the girl had stirred
     in Jenny’s gut.  Though it might be normal to feel concerned when a gorgeous and expensively
     dressed Italian girl showed up at her door, eager to find her boyfriend, this went
     a little deeper than that.
    She didn’t think the girl was any kind of government agent, but she might be something
     worse...one of their kind, like Jenny and Seth, or like Ashleigh and Tommy.  This
     was very bad.  Besides Seth, Jenny had never met another one who didn’t bring her
     grief.  Even Alexander had only pretended to love her in order to use her to enhance
     his own powers.  Or maybe he really had felt whatever twisted thing passed for love
     inside him, but he’d tricked her and betrayed her.  The last thing Jenny wanted was
     to meet another of their kind.
    Mariella apparently lived in Paris, too, so this problem wasn’t going to disappear
     anytime soon.
    Jenny hurried to hide the girl’s information, as well as the pregnancy tests, before
     Seth returned home.
     
    * * *
     
    “You okay?  You look like you saw a ghost,” Seth said as he closed the front door
     behind him. “Not like a Casper-type ghost, either.  More of a Headless Horseman kind.”
    Jenny sat on the