Okay time for another teaser! Still don't have a title for this lol. Maybe it'll come soon. Right now it's the Untitled Book.
If his monster would just sit down and talk to Austin, he wouldn’t be forced to go to back alleys and damn dives in the hopes of getting information.
Not that these meeting were ever successful. And tonight had proven to be yet another useless endeavor. The promising lead he thought he’d found was nothing more than a waste of time.
The man Austin was meeting didn’t have any answers. Hell, he had more questions about the creature than Austin did. In fact, the guy was pumping Austin for information.
When it became obvious Austin knew very little, the other man grew more and more aggressive. There was something about his attitude that unnerved Austin. He’d finally gotten enough and left the other man sitting at their table.
“Should have just stayed home,” Austin muttered, walking faster. Why the hell had he parked so far in the back? Driving home in what promised to be a doozy of a storm was going to be such fun.
It didn’t rain in San DeLain often because their climate lacked the specific ingredients necessary to produce a thunderstorm most of the time. But when things did line up just right, it was a massive pain in the ass.
Great. Just great. This was all the monster’s fault. If only Austin could get him to—Austin abruptly came to a stop as two men stepped out from behind a beat-up van. There was no one out here but him and these two guys. And they were between Austin and his car.
“Mr. Berkshire, I’m afraid I’m really going to need an answer to that question I asked you earlier. This thing that you saw, what does it look like?”
Make that three guys and him. Austin swung around to stare at the man who he’d left sitting at a table in the bar. He’d followed him? But why? Austin didn’t know anything.
That was the whole point of this meeting. At least, it had been for Austin. It apparently wasn’t for the other guy. Shit. He’d been played. The asshole did know something. That excited Austin. Now he had to get the dude to talk.
“Is your name even Tom?” Austin asked instead.
“Of course not. Only amateurs give their real names.”
Austin cringed. He just got called out over giving his real first and last name. But his face was well-known—it was plastered on the back of his books—so he wasn’t sure it mattered.
He didn’t like this. Not only was he outnumbered, he hadn’t told anybody what he was doing tonight.
Not that there was anybody to tell.
