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The Good, The Bad and the Undead
Kim Harrison
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Published by Voyager 2006
Copyright © Kim Harrison 2005
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Source ISBN: 9780007236114
Ebook Edition © JUNE 2010 ISBN: 9780007301874 Version: 2017-06-02
To the man who knows caffeine comes first,
chocolate comes second, romance comes third—
and when they ought to be reversed
Contents
I hitched the canvas strap holding the watering canister higher up on my shoulder and stretched to get the nozzle into the hanging plant. Sunlight streamed in, warm through my blue institutional jumpsuit. Past the narrow plate-glass windows was a small courtyard surrounded by VIP offices. Squinting from the sun, I squeezed the handle of the watering hose, and the barest hint of water hissed through.
There was a burst of clattering computer keys, and I moved to the next plant down. Phone conversation filtered in from the office past the reception desk, accompanied by a belly laugh that sounded like the bark of a dog. Weres. The higher up in the pack they were, the more human looking they managed, but you could always tell when they laughed.
I glanced down the row of hanging plants before the windows to the freestanding fish tank behind the receptionist’s desk. Yup. Cream-colored fins. Black spot on right side. This was the one. Mr. Ray raised koi, showing them in Cincinnati’s annual fish show. Last year’s