GENRE: Paranormal Suspense
Deputy U.S. Marshal Rocky Lakewood shifted in the chair across from the District Attorney’s office and crossed her left leg over her right, reassured by the weight of the Sig Sauer P238 strapped to her ankle. The back of her neck tingled and her head whipped around.
A tall slender woman stood next to the elevator, one booted foot braced against the wall, hands stuffed into the pockets of her short leather jacket. Short, almost white hair spiked above brilliant blue eyes that were trained on Rocky.
“Lex. What are you doing here?” Rocky stood, not wanting to hear the answer, knowing she would anyway.
“We need you.” Lex moved away from the elevator with an effortless grace.
“I told you I’m done. No more assignments.”
“And I told you that’s it’s not really your choice.” Lex took a seat next to Rocky. “I see you’ve stopped wearing the contact lenses,” Lex said. “And I like what you’ve done with your hair.”
“The contact lenses were a hassle.” Rocky had one green eye and one blue and a streak of dark hair at the temple of her otherwise blonde head. “The streaks are easier to keep up.”
“It looks good. An indication that you’re more accepting of being special?.”
“Special. Is that what we’re calling freaks now?”
“You aren’t a freak,” Lex said. “You’re a chimera.”
Rocky held her hand out. A small flame danced in the center of her palm.
“Being a chimera isn’t the freaky part.”