Keeper vs. Reaper (Graveyard Guardians Book 1) by Jennifer Malone Wright Page B

stop in front of a double wide trailer house.
    Sadie flicked her as h out the window and then tossed the entire cigarette out into her driveway. “Do you want to come in for a while?” Her voice was hopeful.
    No way in hell.
    Jack shook his head and smiled charmingly at her. “Nah, I’ve got to get home and get some sleep.” He noticed how her face fell and added. “I’ve got a long day ahead of me tomorrow. Lots of work.”
    She seemed happier with a response that sounded valid. “Oh, all right . Well, let me give you my number just in case you want to get ahold of me later.” She opened her purse and took out a little piece of paper and a pen, scribbled her digits onto the paper and shoved it into his hand.” With one last look at him she opened the door and hopped down into her driveway. “Thanks for the ride.” She clutched her purse, wobbled over the gravelly driveway and into her house.
    Jack backed out of the driveway as soon as he saw that Sadie was safely inside her house. On his way out of the driveway he opened up the glove box again and added Sadie’s number to the rest of the little bits of paper and business cards he kept in there.
    He drove down Cemetery Road in the thick darkness, but as he approached the graveyard, he clearly saw misty blue shimmers cutting through the night. Not too far from the blue, he spotted the silver auras of the Keepers. There were at least three of them out there in the graveyard with the souls.
    The darkness was anything but camouflage for a Keeper, a Reaper , or even the souls. Briefly the thought crossed his mind to just go in there and take care of all of them and be done with this godforsaken town, but then reality kicked in. There were far too many Keepers here for him to attempt anything tonight. He was pretty damn strong, but going up against three or more well-trained Keepers wasn’t ever a good idea.
    Fatigue suddenly hit hard. He slammed his foot into the accelerator and heard the engine roar as he sped off into the night.
     

 
     
     
     
    Lucy and Ethan followed Greg Jr. up the narrow stairwell leading into the attic. Greg stopped at the second to last stair and reached for the door knob. “Eeeek!” he squealed like a girl and swiped both his hands blindly in front of him.
    Lucy and Ethan burst into laughter as Greg lurched backward, almost teetering off of the stair he was standing on. Ethan reached out and pushed on Greg’s back to keep him from tumbling off the stair and taking both of them with him.
    “Fucking spider webs!” Greg mumbled under his breath after he had regained his balance. “Didn’t you and Dad ever clean up here, Lucy?”
    Lucy shook her head. “No, Greg, the two of us cleaned this whole house and after Dad got sick it was just me, so pardon me if I didn’t get to the attic.”
    “Well these webs are everywhere.”
    Lucy rolled her eyes even though her brother couldn’t see her. “So sorry, I’ll just have the cleaning lady get right to that. She is scheduled to come when I win the fucking lottery. Now shut up and open the door.”
    After girlishly waving away more spider webs, Greg managed to get the door open and they all filed into the dusty, dark attic. Greg found the light switch to the right side of the room and flipped it on. A single, dim bulb illuminated the large room and the three of them all sighed in unison. “Well, it looks like the search for Grandma’s trunk is the name of the game,” Ethan whispered.
    Lucy looked around at the crap that was piled everywhere and wondered where in the hell they accumulated all of it. Trunks galore were stacked all over the place, boxes and filing cabinets were pushed into every nook and cranny, there was furniture covered with sheets , and even a freaking piano had been shoved into one corner.
    She wandered through the maze of antiques and memorabilia, running a fingertip through the years of dust that had settled on top of everything. “Well,” she said turning to the