Page 106 of Obsessed in Blood
When something bumped her shoulder, she found Jacques smiling at her as he handed her a clutch purse.
“Thank god. An actress isn’t believable without her props.” She opened it, plucked out the red lipstick, and applied it. Then she rubbed part of it off. She pulled her shirt off at an angle so a bra strap showed, and mussed her hair so it looked good but a touch damaged. Then she rubbed her eyes gently and looked at Jacques. “Well?”
“Rub your eyes one more time.”
She did, and then he nodded his approval. He sat on a nearby wall and waited. She turned the music down low, left the car door open, and waited for the signal.
Fifteen minutes crept to thirty, then an alarm sounded. It could have been a car alarm, but Jacques checked his phone. “The ferry is on its way.”
“I thought we had another half hour.”
“Something must have gone wrong.” He was on his phone, typing then reading, then typing more. “Decker was in place but no signal as to whether they retrieved the package.”
“Someone must have been caught.” She tried to keep her tone level but based on Jacques’s raised brow, she wasn’t successful.
“Not necessarily. Lorenzo probably has security alarms set, some most likely in places no one would suspect. We stick to the plan.”
Ginger nodded and rubbed her stomach. It was fortunate on her part she hadn’t eaten anything more than oatmeal for breakfast and an apple and chips for lunch. But the tequila was sitting on an empty stomach.
They waited another twenty minutes until the ferry arrived. While it was mooring at the dock, Jacques closed her door then bent to talk to her through the open window.
“Hit as many as you can.”
She nodded. “I was pretty good at bumper cars.” She turned up the music to blaring and rolled up her window.
She backed up and turned the vehicle toward the main road then made a sharp left that took her to the docks. She rolled down the window as she began her drive down the slight incline to the parking lot. The loud music drew the attention of several vamps.
The guests were just walking off the ferry, and several of them appeared panicked.
Selecting the best spot for the most damage and with the least amount of risk to her, she tightened her seatbelt and pressed down on the pedal. She drove straight into two cars that had been parked nose to tail. The force of the hit slid the cars into the next two rows.
She was prepared, and though the hit was forceful, no airbag deployed since the shifters had removed it. The seatbelt would cause a righteous bruise, and all she could do was hope it helped the cause. She opened the door and tried to get out, but her seatbelt was still on. By then, a swarm of vamps surrounded her while she tried to undo the seatbelt.
“God dammit.” She slurred her words a bit. “It won’t let me go.” She slammed her fists on the steering wheel.
A vamp leaned in with a knife that spiked her angst, but he used it to cut her seatbelt.
“Hey, you ruined it.” She pushed him back and started to get out but gagged as if she might throw up. The vamps backed up ten feet. Then she managed to get out but staggered as she glanced around. Almost a dozen vamps surround her. Not bad.
“Where’s the reception?” When no one responded, she continued, “You know. Married couple, big white dress, I think she might be stumbling.” She winked at them. “We had a few drinks before the wedding and then another couple before we left for the reception. Nerves and all.”
She pushed her way through the vamps and stumbled to the front of the car. “Oh no.” She bent over the undamaged part of the hood in a drunken hug. “My baby.” She looked up. “What were all these cars doing here? The reception isn’t supposed to have that many people.”
An arm grabbed her. “What were you thinking?”
Ginger looked up into the eyes of a gorgeous man. Actually, a shifter. The vamps must have known, but they all backed up except for one, who eyed Braden suspiciously.
“You know this woman?” the vamp asked.
“Yes.” Braden ran a hand over his head, ruffling his hair. “She was supposed to wait for me to drive. I had to find another car before I could catch her. Apparently, too late.” He pulled her away from the vehicle. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s get you in my car so you can rest while I take care of this.”
“Just give me your name and number,” the vamp asked.
Ginger noticed another vamp taking a picture of her license plate from the back of her car before taking one of Braden’s plate. Fortunately, both vehicles had been bought from a used car dealer with fake identifications. Lorenzo would get nothing from this interaction, but as she was dragged to the other car by Braden, she glanced over and saw Elijah and Bella hurrying from the ferry. They ran toward a vehicle close to the shifter’s warehouse, their masks still on but being stripped off as Elijah held Bella by the arm as if trying to get away from Lorenzo’s disastrous party.
Braden put her in the car and gave the vamp a business card she assumed had the fake address of their fake persona.
The fleeing guests had the vamps riled up when an explosion rocked the dock. One of the boats on the far side of Venizi’s dock had exploded. The vamps forgot all about them, and Braden jumped into the driver’s side and pulled out of the parking lot.
