Obsidian Son (The Temple Chronicles book 1)
“I asked, squinting. “It looks like an Etch ‘n Sketch. By a blind amputee.” I studied the screen. “With cerebral palsy.”
“If you would just give me a damn second.” Gunnar snapped. “We aren’t all billionaires who can afford a year’s salary on a stupid Apple desktop. The neighbors call only came in five minutes ago, and I tapped into the street cam three minutes ago.”
I waited; sipping a shot of the still-steaming colada that Indie had given me. Dusk had begun to descend upon the city as I... reached Gunnar’s office. Being in one of the higher levels of the FBI building, I had a pleasant view of the city from my chair. Gunnar’s fingers shot toward me — imploring — as I began to take a meditative sip. With a sigh, I poured him a shot of his latest addiction. He downed it, never moving his eyes from the screen.
I had created a monster.
As if fueled by the caffeine, his fingers flew across the keyboard of the desktop in a blur.MoreLess
“If you would just give me a damn second.” Gunnar snapped. “We aren’t all billionaires who can afford a year’s salary on a stupid Apple desktop. The neighbors call only came in five minutes ago, and I tapped into the street cam three minutes ago.”
I waited; sipping a shot of the still-steaming colada that Indie had given me. Dusk had begun to descend upon the city as I... reached Gunnar’s office. Being in one of the higher levels of the FBI building, I had a pleasant view of the city from my chair. Gunnar’s fingers shot toward me — imploring — as I began to take a meditative sip. With a sigh, I poured him a shot of his latest addiction. He downed it, never moving his eyes from the screen.
I had created a monster.
As if fueled by the caffeine, his fingers flew across the keyboard of the desktop in a blur.MoreLess
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