Page 1 of Edge of Ruin
Chapter One
Vivi
I had to just grit my teeth and face it. The van was stuck.
I’d been spinning my tires in sloppy mud for over fifteen minutes now, and my poor old Volkswagen van was groaning and lurching with the strain. I had to suck it up, and devise an adult solution, probably one that required spending money I could ill afford. It also involved looking stupid and feckless in front of a bunch of people that I had never even met, which made me wince and cringe. Alas, poor me.
I killed the engine, shoved my tangled red hair back behind my ears, and pounded on the steering wheel with a grinding shriek of frustration. I was all alone, aside from my long-suffering dog, Edna, so I could throw a discreet little tantrum. Edna would never tell.
Didn’t make me feel any better, though. The world outside the rain-sluiced windshield was a wavering blur of greens. Lightning flashed. I braced myself for the huge crash ... and Edna yelped when it jolted us, scrambling frantically into my lap.
I petted the quivering dog. “Easy, honey girl,” I crooned. “It’ll be over soon. We’ll get through it. We always do.”
A hopeful thought, but I would still be in a very sticky jam when the storm was over. Perhaps an even stickier jam, depending on how much water was still in the sky, still getting ready to fall on top of me. This road could slide right off the mountain and bury us under tons of mud.
Which struck me as a train of thought to avoid right now.
It had seemed like a good idea last night to just push on, rain and all. Truth was, I’d been simply too scared to stop driving.
Too much tragic, horrible, terrifying shit had happened recently. The most horrific being that my adopted mother, Lucia D’Onofrio, had been murdered some weeks before.
That calamity had knocked me and my two sisters all onto our asses.
To make matters worse, my two sisters, Nancy and Nell, had both been attacked, multiple times. We had finally managed to conclude, mostly based on the meager crumbs of information the attackers had let drop when they kidnapped Nell, that our enemies were looking for some mysterious art object, something hidden decades ago in Italy, before the Second World War. As far as we could tell, everyone who knew where this thing was, or hell, even what it was, had long since died.
The killers had tried to get information from Lucia, but they had failed utterly. Lucia had died without giving it to them. Because Lucia was a boss. Fierce. Indomitable. My role model, my hero.
After that, infuriated by their failure, those murdering assholes turned their sights on us. Lucia’s clueless adopted daughters, who knew jack shit about Lucia’s mysterious past.
It was hard to argue with stomach-churning fear when I was all alone, no one to act tough and fearless for. Only Edna knew the truth, and bless her sweet heart, she did not judge me. She just panted her hot, fishy breath heavily into my face and offered her solid, comforting presence like the very good girl that she was.
Edna’s silken, chocolate brown fur had soaked up many tears I wouldn’t show to anyone else. But even with my trusty dog at my side, I hadn’t been able to face a roadside motel with a single door lock between me and the night, which was all I could afford. And I was the only D’Onofrio chick that didn’t have a big, vigilant, protective guy giving the hairy eyeball to every stranger within shouting range of his new lady.
Which made me the obvious soft target. On my own, as always.
Not that I begrudged my sisters their good fortune. They both deserved to have a tough, devoted, foxy guy worshipping at their shrines. In fact, Liam and Duncan still didn’t know how lucky they were in their fabulous new fiancées. They were going to be discovering it for the rest of their lives. Those men had been tongue-kissed by Fate.
I was intensely grateful for those guys, and what they had done for Nancy and Nell. Both men were tough, vigilant, and battle-tested. My sisters were as safe with Duncan and Liam as they could possibly be in these strange days. But as for me, well. I was feeling very solitary and unworshipped. I had been feeling that way even before Ulf Haupt and John the Fiend, a.k.a. Snake Eyes, started attacking the D’Onofrio women.
I was a generally cheerful person, and I made a real effort to keep it positive. But under these conditions, it was almost impossible to keep my chin up.
Both of my sisters had tried to persuade me to stay with them until we figured out what to do about our bloodthirsty enemies. But who knew how long that would take?
That solution struck me as nonproductive, unsustainable, and ultimately embarrassing. How long could a woman realistically sit around like a bump on a log in her sister’s home, bored out of her mind, not working, not making art, being a financial drain and a big fat fifth wheel?
No way. I just couldn’t. I would go mad. I would start to misbehave.
Besides, I really missed my dog. She’d been boarding with a friend of mine who lived out in the country since things got weird, but my sweet girl belonged with me. I’d never committed to anything in my life the way I’d committed to Edna. Every day I had forced her to wait for me had hurt me just a little bit more.
Nah, I just had to muddle on somehow. Even with all the grief and jealousy and confusion and stalking fiends. I was plenty stubborn. It was a D’Onofrio thing.
I stroked Edna’s floppy, velvety soft ears, and buried my face against her silky fur. It calmed me down and let me breathe a little deeper as I peered out at the heavy, swollen gray sky. I supposed I could call my new mysterious landlord Jack Kendrick, Duncan’s old friend from his stint as a field agent in the NSA. Kendrick was liable to know how to begin solving my complicated logistical problems.
But oh, God. How freaking embarrassing was that.
I checked my phone. Well, hell. There was no coverage out here anyway. That settled that. I was utterly lost in the ass end of nowhere.
Which was the whole idea, of course. To hide out somewhere remote, lost, trackless, where Ulf Haupt and Snake Eyes John would never think to look for me.
