Kim Harrison - Something Deadly This Way Comes

Im Madison Avery, dark timekeeper in charge of heavens hit squad . . . and fighting it all the way. Funny how timekeeper never popped up on my careers good for you when I did the test at school. The seraphs say I was born to the position, and when the choice was take the job or die? Well . . . I took the job.

Fate, the seraphs would say. Bad choice if you ask me. Even now I dont believe in fate, and so Im stuck working with a confused dark reaper who is trying to understand, and a light reaper twice fallen from heaven who thinks my ideas are a lost cause. Instead of just following orders sent down from above, I want to do things my own way, which involves trying to convince people to change. My only hope is to locate my real body so I can give the amulet back and forget the entire thing happened, because convincing heaven that I can save lost souls is looking impossible. Itd be a lot easier if my own people werent working against me.

The hot sun seemed to go right through me, reflecting off the aluminum bleachers to warm me from my feet up as I stood beside Nakita and cheered Josh on. He was running the two-mile in an invitational, and they were doing the last bit right on the track. The front three runners had begun to pick up the pace for the last hundred yards. Josh was ahead, but the guy behind him had saved some push for the last bit, too.

Go, Josh! Run! Run! Nakita yelled, and surprised, I lowered my camera to look at her. The dark reaper didnt especially like Joshshed almost killed him onceand her excitement was unusual. Her pale face was flushed, and her eyes, usually a faded blue, were bright as she leaned forward and grasped the chain-link fence between us and the track. She was wearing a pink top with matching pink nail polish to hide her naturally black nails. Open-toed sandals and capris helped her blend in, and she looked nothing like one might imagine a dark reaper, capable of smiting lost souls.

I was dressing down todayat least for mein jeans and a black, lacy top. My hair, though, was its usual purple-tipped cut, hanging around my ears, and I still wore my funky yellow sneakers with their new black laces with skulls on them. They matched my earrings.

Hes right behind you! the angel in disguise shouted, and her matte-black amulet sparked violet at its core. More evidence she was excited. Shaking my head, I turned back to the race, bringing my camera up and focusing on the finish line. I snapped a picture for the school paper as Josh squeaked over the finish line. My smile was full of a quiet satisfaction that hed won.

He won! He won! Nakita exclaimed, and I gasped when she pulled me into jumping up and down with her. I couldnt help but give her a hug back, breathless as I caught my balance. She certainly wasnt acting like one of heavens hit squad, as excited as if she was Joshs girlfriend. Which she wasnt. I might be. Maybe.

Barnabas. Nakita shoved his feet where he reclined two rows above us. Josh won. Say something!

The former light reaper pushed his hat up and gave her a dry look. Whoopee, he said sarcastically, then pulled his long legs closer and sat up, squinting in the sun. Madison, you were going to work with me today on hiding your amulets resonance.

Grimacing, I looked down at the jet-black stone cradled by silver wires that I wore around my neck. Besides giving me the tactile illusion of a make-believe body, hiding me from black wings, and giving me my connection to the divine, my amulet sang. Sort of. Mimicking a natural aura, the black stone rang like a bell that only the divine could hear. Anyone who knew how to listen could find me in a secondbe they friend or foe. Which might be a problem if I was out trying to keep my own people from killing someone, and which was why I needed to learn how to hide it. After hanging out with Josh, of course.

She can do that later, Nakita said primly. He won!

I felt a twinge of guilt. I had promised to work with him after school, but Id forgotten Id also promised Ms. Cartwright Id take pictures of the track meet for the school paper.

Sorry, I said softly, and he shrugged, making no effort to hide his boredom.

For all his sour attitude, Barnabas had been on earth longer than Nakita and therefore had all the subtle nuances of human behavior to fit in with the track moms and cheering girlfriends better than Nakita. His lanky build and faded T-shirt only added to his sigh-worthy looks, but Barnabas truly didnt have a clue how good he looked. Nakita didnt know why guys followed her around looking for dates, either. That the two of them hung out with me had the popular cliques cross-eyed.

This was his only race, I offered hesitantly, and Barnabas leaned back, stretching out on the warm bleacher to put his hat over his face.

Turning back to the track, I snapped a picture of Josh as he accepted the congratulations of his teammates. Sweat made patterns on his shirt, and his blond hair was dark with it. He was the only one apart from Barnabas and Nakita who knew I was technically dead; not only had he been there as I had died, but he had held my hand during the whole thing. Yep, I was dead: no heartbeat unless I got excited or scared, no need to eatthough I could do it in a pinch to fit in, and I hadnt had so much as a nap in months. It had been fun at first, but now Id give just about anything to enjoy a juicy hamburger and crispy fries. Everything sort of tasted like rice cakes.

I didnt know you liked sports, I said to Nakita as Josh waited for the runners to pass before crossing the track to talk to us through the fence.

We have contests, she said. This has the same appeal. Her gaze went from the runners to the moms chatting among themselves, barely conscious of the meet at all. I came in third once, with the blade, she added.

Barnabas snickered, his face still hidden under his hat. Real good with that scythe, eh? he muttered, and she smacked his foot.

And where did you place? she asked him hotly.

Sitting up, Barnabas watched Josh, his eyes not seeing him but the past. They didnt have contests when I was in heaven.

I winced. Barnabas had been kicked out of heaven before the pyramids had been built.

Sorry, Nakita said, surprising me with her downcast eyes. She usually took every opportunity to needle Barnabas about his fallen status. According to Nakita, Barnabas had been kicked out of heaven because hed fallen in love with a human girl.

Hi, Josh, I said as he scuffed to a halt behind the chain-link fence.

Almost lost that one, he said, breathing heavily. When he smiled at me, I felt warm inside. Wed been dating for a while, and his smile still hit me hard. And his kisses, even more.

But you didnt, Nakita said, back to her serious self again. It was a good run.

Josh gave her a quizzical look, probably wondering at her earnest expression. Thanks, he said, then wiped the sweat from his neck. I hadnt sweated in months. Not since Id died.

Is that your last race? I asked, already knowing.

Yup. Josh waved to the guy calling him from the finish line. I gotta go, but do you want to go to The Low D with me later? The Low D was the local hangout, short for The Lowest Common Denominator. Three Rivers was a college town, and the students got the joke even if no one else did. His eyes rose to take in Nakita and Barnabas. All of you? he added somewhat sourly.

It was hard to find the time to be alone with Josh between school, my dad, my job at the flower shop, and dont forget being the dark timekeeper, stealing every free moment of my day and night. One might think that not needing to sleep would give you tons of time, but it didnt.