"MaryJanice Davidson - Kick Ass SS2 - The Incredible Misadventures of Boo and the Boy Blunder" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Mary Janice)

Author's Note
There are vampire hunters, and there are albinos, but usually they aren't one and
the same.

"Friends are such a mixed blessing."
—Berkeley Breathed




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PROLOGUE


Although she hadn't been in his bar for five months and eighteen days, Jim knew
her the minute she walked in. He would have known her anywhere, any place.
She looked exactly the same, though she had been coming to Doule's, on and off,
for ten years.
Shoulder-length white hair. Not blond… white. Skin like milk. Eyes so pale a
blue she looked blind… or like she had seen too much, and it had burned away
all the trivialities in her.
Full mouth, long neck, and real long legs… he was six foot three and only had a
couple of inches on her. High tits, firm and not too big. She was dressed in dark
colors—she always dressed that way, as if to emphasize her striking coloring.
Black jeans, a black T-shirt, black boots. Shit-kicker boots.
She sat down at the bar—though it was Friday night, a seat had instantly emptied
for her—and nodded at him. He nodded back and had her drink—a Black
Russian—in front of her a few seconds later.
She grunted her thanks and bent to her reading material. She was reading the
obituary section of the Minneapolis Star Tribune. He had never seen her read
anything else, although they were in Boston.
It was just one more mystery about her. He didn't know her real name—
everyone called her Ghost. But never to her face. He didn't know where she


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lived, but he suspected the Twin Cities; when she occasionally spoke, she didn't
drop her r's and sounded, to his born-and-bred Weymouth ears, a little flat. He
didn't know how old she was—her face was perfectly unlined; she could have
been twenty-five or fifty-five.