Crash Morph: Gate Shifter book Two
“As I used my hip to help me open the door, I found myself greeted by the weirdly familiar mixture of stale and fresh air that smelled vaguely of feet. And Lysol. And the tiniest bit of blood, although that may have been purely in my head.
It smelled sort of like a bowling alley, I guess.
“Holy Christ. Look what the cat dragged in...” a familiar voice said.
I paused, still not far from the door. Gripping the tray more tightly in my hand, I glanced around before I took a step deeper into the area behind the main counter.
A few other people looked up at the whistle, some wearing uniforms and some not. More than a few stared at me hard enough that I figured I must look familiar.
It wasn’t exactly an auspicious beginning.
I answered the whistle and the shout-out with a half-smile and a shrug anyway, setting my cardboard tray of whipped-cream and chocolate sprinkle covered mochas, only slightly melted, on the main counter in front of me.
“Does that mean you don’t want these?” I said innocently.
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