Master of Darkness
Chapter One
The treasure was safe - Laurent wished he could say the same for himself.
He was walking down a dark, deserted street, the time was approaching
midnight, and frankly, he was lost.
Heading for San Diego had seemed like a good idea when he'd hightailed it
out of Colorado with the stolen laptop. But this was not the San Diego he
remembered from several decades before. When had he last hung out here?
Sometime in the 1940s, maybe? The thirties? The place had certainly grown
since then. They'd even built an aerospace museum on the site of the Ford
Motor Building he used to frequent during the daytime. It just hadn't
occurred to him that what had been a nice, quiet old city would change and
grow with the times.
That was one of the problems with being long-lived: sometimes change came
up and slapped you on the head when you thought you had a handle on it.
But his sense of displacement wasn't his major problem at the moment;
staying alive was.
Justinian, the pack leader of Tribe Manticore, had already put a bounty on
his head - and to think that a week ago, Laurent had been ... read full excerpt from: Master of Darkness ebook
