The Devil’s Taint
Copyright 2012 Julianne Reyer
This is a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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I leaned back against the hood of my heavy-duty truck, braced on one elbow. The purple stone at my throat gleamed in the afternoon sun, an aluminum briefcase propped within easy reach at my feet. My finger traced impatient circles on the dusty red enamel. I’d prepared for this meeting meticulously; I did my research, spent a week’s pay on a new business-sexy outfit, I should have remembered to wash the truck.
Well, it was a minor failing, a detail to consider the next time I wanted to make a flawless first impression. I looked up at the old Victorian house at the end of the abandoned drive, then checked the display on my phone again. At least I wasn’t late.