Page 12 of Icy Cold Death

While she felt bad for leaving Holly home, she knew that her fiancé, Bodhi, would make sure Holly was safe and well taken care of in her absence.

He’d proved that when she’d been in the hospital fighting for her life.

“What do you think?” Bishop asked.

Oh, that was easy.

“Yowza. This is a place,” she muttered, looking around. There was a fancy steakhouse in the main level, and casinos not far away.

It was more than something.

This was a memory she’d never forget.

“Welcome to our getaway,” Tori said. “I know we’re going to have a good time.”

There was no doubt there.

Tori scanned the area, and she could see that the place was packed.

With the living and the dead.

Yeah, that was par for the course in her world.

Now, her doors were open, and there were plenty of spirits roaming around.

A lot of them were Natives, and there was no doubt this had once been their land.

As for the rest, why were her doors open?

Well, she had to keep an eye on Bethany, her spirit guide, who came along for the trip.

When she heard ‘girl’s trip’, she packed a bag and had been waiting in the car so that she didn’t get left behind.

That had been the craziest thing.

Why was she packing a bag?

Tori laughed a good three minutes over that one.

For her, the bottom line was that she was a softie at heart, and Tori couldn’t leave the dead woman behind.

“I certainly am,” Bexley said as she stood there. “This place is something!”

When a group of women not far away screeched and ran at them, Bishop put her body in front of her friends expecting the worst.

Only, no one was carrying guns.

They were pulling books from their purses.

Yeah, this was a fan autograph situation, not an ambush.

“Hold up,” she said as the women bum-rushed them to get to Bex.

Their excitement was palpable.

“BEXLEY DARBY!” the one said, shoving her copy of a book at the woman.

Oh, they all recognized it.

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