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Derek was behind her, an arm guiding her back to the door.
“I almost lost you, there,” he said. “Come on, I wanted to talk more about that bad movie with you.”
She allowed herself to fall deeper into his arm, letting the visions wash over her. She needed to see just what she was up against.
Then, Jade stepped out the door and accepted her fate.
He would have never met Amelia if he had just carried a Goddamned umbrella.
Back in New York, he would’ve kept one on him. But in Vegas, he got so used to the hot, dry nights that the summertime downpours always took him by surprise.
A hatchback had stopped at the side of the road during one of these cloudbursts, just as his suit jacket and shirt were starting to cling to his skin and his hair looked as though it had been painted to his head.
“Throw him now,” she said.
There was that flash of orange again as the body flew through the air. Jade moved one of the stones out of the circle towards her, pulling hard, as though there was resistance.
There was a rumbling beneath them. Then, illuminated by the lights of the dam, a jet of water spouted vertically in the air, encircling and engulfing the body before it could fall further.
Jade moved another stone. A sharp rock was drawn up the water spout, cutting a gash where the bite marks on Derek’s neck had been. Other debris circled around, bumping and bruising his body as if he were tumbling around the river bed. Currents pulled at his limbs, and branches snagged his clothes.
She moved a final stone and the waterspout descended into the river, taking the body with it.
A low whistle echoed behind her. Jade whirled around, but it was only Caz, staring at where the waterspout had been.
“Jesus Christ, Shaw,” he breathed.
The truck’s brakes squealed as the evening traffic in the city once again ground to a halt.
“Are you sure this thing will make it to the other side of the county?” Caz asked, tucking an arm behind his head. He laid in the back of the cab where sun visors had been placed over the windows and had his hat over his eyes.
“I thought you were trying to sleep,” Jade said.
“It’s hot,” he whined, crossing his legs and planting one foot on the ceiling. “Do you not have air-conditioning?”
“Look, it should be less than an hour even with traffic,” Jade said. She saw an opening in the left lane and gunned it.
“Fuck,” Caz said, falling to the floor.
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