Winter Lost (MERCY THOMPSON #14) by Patricia Briggs EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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December
ME R C Y
THERE WAS A 1960 BEETLE PARKED IN FRONT OF MY SHOP.
I eyed it warily as I let myself into the office. Having a 1960 bug parked
outside was not unusual—I specialized in the old air-cooled VWs to the
point where people brought them to me from other states to work on or
restore. I just hadn’t seen this particular one before.
I would have remembered.
I locked away my purse, draped my coat over the chair behind the
counter, then walked into the garage bays. The light was already on and Zee
was hard at work. He’d been here for a while because the big furnace had
already heated the space to human-friendly temperatures.
Buried in the engine compartment of the car he was bitterly cursing in
German, Zee looked like a wiry old man with white hair that was thinning
on top and a bit of a potbelly. Thanks to fae glamour, he bore no
resemblance to the Dark Smith of Drontheim, who had built many deadly
weapons and used them in his time to slaughter saints, kings, and anyone
else who annoyed him. Currently, he worked a little more than full-time in
the garage he’d once owned, helping me repair old cars.
“Unusual paint job out there,” I told him as I got into my overalls.
Zee grunted and tapped the quarter panel of the vintage Porsche 930
he’d been working on for the last three days. It was decked out in metal-
flake red with extremely good pin-striping that included the word
“Widowmaker” hand-lettered on the driver’s side in silver. The passenger
door had a fist-sized black widow just below the side-view mirror with a
silver web that extended over the rest of that side.
“Okay,” I said. “But the Porsche’s paint job is beautiful, and everyone
knows the 930 turbo is called the Widowmaker. Why in the world would
you paint a giant eye on the hood of a bright purple bug?”
Zee, back to tinkering in the engine compartment, grunted.
“Not that purple is a bad color for a bug,” I said. “And two eyes might
even be cute—if they were soft and happy. But one crazytown eye on the
hood is just creepy.”
“Shameful thing to do to a nice old car,” he agreed. “Did you see the
plates?”
There was something in his voice that sent me back out into the cold to
check the vanity plates on the bug.
PPLEATR
It took me a moment to work it out.
I went back into the garage and went to work. After about twenty
minutes, I said, “Does it eat flying purple people? Or purple people? Or just
people?”
“Now you’ve done it,” Zee grumbled. “Be silent if you can’t be useful.”
I grinned and went back to work.
Zee broke first. By lunchtime, though, we were both humming the
stupid song. An hour later, to change things up, I sang the first line of “Itsy
Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polkadot Bikini,” and our earworm grew by
one.
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