TITLE: Finding Darwin
GENRE: Adult Urban Fantasy
The burritos were cold by the time we made it home. Harvey disappeared upstairs while I weighed the pros and cons of the microwave versus the oven. The gentle patter of footsteps behind me on the stairs preceded Yolanda’s voice.
“Took you boys long enough,” Yolanda said. “The fur ball said you were playing with a zombie?”
“Yeah.” I turned to greet her. “We got the text on the way—what are you doing?”
“What?” She wrinkled her nose at the burritos.
“I have panties on.”
“Uhh…not sure those little wisps of thread count.”
“No, never,” I laughed. With a body that would prompt fits of jealous rage from the Crazy Girl dancers and a gorgeous shock of ginger colored hair, I sometimes forgot Yolanda wasn’t human. “What do you think about the zombie?”
“You’ve dealt with zombies before.” She grabbed a banana from a basket on the counter. “Was there something special about this one?”
“Special enough to make a trip to see our friends at the Blue Lake,” I said, trying not to be distracted by a half-naked redhead eating a banana in my kitchen. “This zombie was smart.”
“No such thing,” she said automatically.
“Rent-a-dead are smart.” Harvey jumped up on the table next to the burritos.
“Ugh,” she replied. “Granted, those things are smarter than the average, but any zombie is a fluke of nature. Whether it’s the body’s own soul or another one that found its way in, zombies would struggle in a battle of wits with an earthworm.”
“Unless someone is making smart zombies,” I said, the thought jumping from my mouth before my brain registered what I was saying.
Both my friends gave me a hard look.
“That’s a bold claim, Boss. I thought we were talking rent-a-dead, not raise the dead!”