Prince Of Twilight
Present day
"Melina Roscova," the slender blond woman said, extending a hand. "You must be Maxine Stuart?"
"It's Maxine Malone, and no, I'm not her." Stormy took the woman's hand. It was cool and her grip very strong. "Stormy Jones," she said. "Max and Lou are busy with another case, and we didn't think it would take all three of us to conduct the initial interview."
"I see." Melina released her grip and dug in her pocket for a business card. "I guess this must be out of date."
Stormy took the card, looked it over. The SIS logo superimposed itself over the words Supernatural Investigations Services. In smaller letters were their names, Maxine Stuart, Lou Malone, Tempest Jones and beneath that, in a fancy script, Experienced, professional, discreet and a toll-free number.
She handed the card back. "Yeah, that's pretty old. Maxie and Lou got hitched sixteen years ago now. Of course, we didn't get new cards made up until we'd used all the old ones. You have to be practical, you know."
"Naturally."
"So why all the mystery?" Stormy asked. "And why did you want to meet here?"
As she spoke, they mo ... read full excerpt from: Prince of Twilight ebook
