Hunters of the supernatural,
THE
EXECUTION
UNDERGROUND
are an elite group tasked with protecting humanitybut can dark temptation destroy good intentions?
Occult specialist and witch hunter Dr. Shane Grey is called upon to investigate a string of crimes that bear all the hallmarks of black magic. But he cant take on this daunting assignment for the Execution Underground alone. Hell need the help of Vera Sanders, a witch with a dark pastand a woman who disturbs him as much as she intrigues him.
Vera is determined to ignore the dangerous chemistry between herself and Shane so she can prove her loyalty to his cause; otherwise she risks the wrath of the Execution Underground once again. If she cant make Shane trust her, they wont stand a chance in hell of defeating the evil thats terrorizing their city. No easy task, considering old habits die hardand Vera may be the very person responsible for luring Shane into a killers trap.
Praise for Kait Ballenger and The Execution Underground
Newcomer Ballenger offers an extremely promising high-voltage start to her series.
Publishers Weekly, starred review, on Twilight Hunter
Paranormal fans have a new voice to check out with the debut of Ballengers terrific first book in her Execution Underground series.
RT Book Reviews on Twilight Hunter
Debut author Ballenger shows awesome potential and talent.
RT Book Reviews on Shadow Hunter
Kait Ballenger is a treasure you dont want to miss!
New York Times bestselling author Gena Showalter
Non-stop action, pulse-pounding suspense, and red-hot romance Kait Ballengers Execution Underground series delivers in spades!
Jaime Rush, New York Times bestselling author
Midnight Hunter
Kait Ballenger
www.millsandboon.co.uk
For my wonderful, hardworking, dedicated agent, Nicole Resciniti, for always championing my work and for taking a chance on me when no one else would. Thank you for always believing in me, even during the times when I havent believed in myself. Nic, youre amazing, and I feel so privileged to share this journey with you.
Contents
Cover
Back Cover Text
Praise
Title Page
Dedication
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Copyright
CHAPTER ONE
RED AND BLUE lights flashed through the encompassing darkness, dancing across the mixture of elaborately carved Victorian and modern tombstones. The dead silence of Mount Hope Cemetery shattered with the resounding whoop of the Rochester PD cars siren as it rounded the nearest grassy hill. Dr. Shane Grey swore. In two seconds flat, thanks to the polices arrival, the night had transitioned from shit to supershit. Because as much as Shane hated digging up dead bodies, he hated getting pinched by the cops even more. From the looks of it, both were on tonights menu.
He shook his head. This cannot be happening. He swore again.
Well, fuck me sideways, Ash Devereaux drawled. Shanes crazy Creole partner in crime shot him a were fucked glance as they both dropped their trenching shovels into the dirt of the grave theyd been excavating.
Freeze! a deep male voice yelled.
Both Shane and Ash obeyed, standing stock-still lest they be shot by a trigger-happy policeman. Damn. This was so not good, Shane thought. The feds kicking down his door for his database hacking, or getting the crap beaten out of him for counting cards in a casino, had always been his first guesses on his list of Things That Will Likely Lead to Me Being Shot or Put in Jail, not being busted for grave robbing. This wasnt even in his usual job description.
Put your hands up, the cop barked.
Shane and Ash lifted their hands over their heads, doing their best versions of the Y in the Village Peoples YMCA. Between Ashs snakeskin cowboy boots and the cop behind them, all Shane needed was a headdress and they would account for at least half of the flamboyance.
Good. Now turn aroundslowly.
Shane spun first, closely followed by Ash. Courtesy of the near-impenetrable darkness engulfing the cemetery, Shane could barely decipher the officers face behind the blinding light of the mans flashlight. The silhouetted officer slammed the drivers side door of his vehicle as...was that a second officer he heard getting out of the car? Another door slammed. Yep, two cops for the price of one. Double damn.
They were so screwed.
Of all the things he could get arrested and lose his teaching career over, helping his fellow hunter was going to be his downfall. A cruel twist of fate, if you asked him. He and Ash had enacted every precaution to ensure they werent caught during their nighttime visit to see the very dead Mrs. Jennifer Foley, who had tragically passed of an aggressive bout of breast cancer two years earlier. When Shane and Ash had arrived at the gravesite, theyd known straight away that all their efforts might be for naught. The recently disturbed dirt suggested Mrs. Foleys coffin might have been moved. But they had to check to be certain. To make matters worse, the cops showing up to save the dayer, nightwas just total shit luck. To the unknowing eye, their work to burn Mrs. Foleys bones in order to put her murderous spirit to rest appeared to be little more than vandalism. But as a card-carrying Mensa member with an IQ of over one hundred and fifty-five and multiple PhDs, there was no way Shane was letting two overly nosy members of the Rochester PD screw up his plans. He would figure out how to get them out of this.
Evenin, Officers. Ash grinned, his Louisiana charm as thick as the syrup in any sweet tea south of the Mason-Dixon Line.
Grave robbing, boys? Thats a Class E felony. The second cop sauntered forward flanked by his partner, who held the flashlightand they both had guns. From the smug swagger in their walks, you would have thought theyd busted Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid rather than two men armed seemingly with nothing more than a pair of shovels in a historically insignificant subsection of the sprawling cemetery.
Its not what it looks like, Officers, Ash said, spouting the least original line Shane had ever heard.
Really, Ash? You couldnt come up with a better opening line?
Not what it looks like, huh? Do you know how many times Ive heard that one, buddy?
Shane cleared his throat. Thousands of times, Im sure, Officer, but we have a permit to exhume the contents of this grave site. If youll check my back pocket, youll see were law-abiding citizens. No need for the gun.
The officer remained silent for a moment, examining Shane as if his face held the secrets of the Lost Ark. Fine, the officer said tersely. But Im patting you down in the process. He glanced to his partner. You take him. He nodded toward Ash. The officer holding the flashlight clicked it off, leaving nothing but the headlights of their patrol car to illuminate the scene. After Shanes eyes readjusted to the darkness, he eyed the cop whod headed over to Ash. The officer had tucked his gun away. Perfect.
Shane turned back to the officer standing in front of him.
The man waved his hands at Shane. Okay, arms up, bud.
Here goes nothing. Shane lifted his arms. Sorry, Officer.
He head-butted the officer in the bridge of the nose. Stars swam in front of his own eyes. He blinked them away as he slammed his fist straight into the policemans face, a quick punch Shane hoped would be enough to subdue the man in blue. No such luck. The officer stumbled back, crimson blood gushing down the front of his uniform. The officer reached for his nine-millimeter, just as Shane tackled him. They toppled onto the frozen ground with an audible oof as the mucky taste of dirt coated Shanes tongue. Without delay, Shane straddled the mans chest and socked him in the face again. The officer swung, but missed, and Shane hit him one more time. A moment later the officer lay flat on his back, as unconscious as a sack of potatoes. Adrenaline pumped through Shanes veins and he released a long breath he hadnt realized hed been holding. Pain pulsed through his forehead.
Humans were so much easier to take down than supernatural creatures. A small sense of pride rushed through him. Clearly, his combat training with the Execution Underground hadnt been lost in the past few years as hed worked less physical crimes. He worked out enough to keep himself in top physical condition, but his combat skills hadnt been tested for quite some time. Not too shabby a job, he decided.
Shane wiped off the officers blood on the thigh of his jeans before turning toward Ash. His friend was sitting in the dirt, shaking his head at the second officer, who hed clearly just finished taking down. Poor son of a gun.
Shane nodded despite the slight ache in his skull. The officers had only been trying to do their job and nothing more. Unfortunately, that job jeopardized Shane and Ashs mission, and supernatural crimes were the royal flush to the PDs full housethey trumped the day-to-day job in importance every time.
Was that a head butt I saw? I knew you were smart n all, always usin your head, but damn. I didnt know youd be so literal about it. Ash brushed a few stray strands of blond hair from his face.
Some of Shanes own hair had pulled loose from his ponytail and was dangling over his eyes, but he didnt bother shoving it out of the way. I had to do something to get us out of that. He pushed himself off the ground and walked over to Ash, offering his friend a hand and helping him up. They both brushed themselves off, but it was pointless. Theyd already been covered in dirt from digging.
Bang-up job, my friend. I didnt know ya had it in ya. Ash grinned from ear to ear and clapped Shane on the back.
Shane returned the grin. Yeah, he had it in him, but he would need a couple aspirin now for his head once they got out of here. But man, was he glad theyd gotten out of that. Now they just needed to get out of here. He grabbed the shovel hed dropped a few minutes earlier. Lets hurry up and get this done before anyone else shows up.
Ash grabbed his own shovel, and they both resumed digging again. Shane jabbed the shovel into the frozen ground, heaving all his weight into the effort. The tip of the blade pierced the recently disturbed dirt over and over again, with a near-silent swish each time he drove it down. He frowned. Damn it. He kept hoping to hear the crack of his shovel against the wood of the casket anytime now. Digging up graves, then salting and burning the body to put a nasty spirit to rest? Not his forte by a long shot. Helping his fellow hunter was all fine and dandy, but hed been ready for this monotonous task to be over before it had even begun.
Just about another foot, Ash said. He stood on the other side of the grave, shovel in one hand as he wiped a sleek sheen of sweat from his brow with the other.
Despite the chill in the early-April air in western New York, sweat was pouring off both of them like it was the middle of July in Vegas. Digging a six-foot-deep hole was tiring as hell. Period. Good shape or not, as far as Shane was concerned the task majorly sucked, especially with the thought of more cops showing up niggling at the back of his mind.
He threw another pile of dirt over his shoulder. The next time I agree to help you, remind me how much I despise doing this and how much trouble we almost got into with those cops.
Ash laughed as he continued to dig. You know I really appreciate this.
Shane nodded. Youre welcome.
Another jab into the dirt, followed by a loud thunk.
Bingo. Ash raised his shovel over his head in victory.
Shane chuckled. He brushed some of the dirt off the casket lid, revealing what was no longer smooth lacquered mahogany. You take way too much pleasure in your job if you enjoy this.
Ash grinned before he lodged his shovel in the side of the casket to help pry open the lid. When youve dug up as many graves as I have, you learn to take small pleasures where you can find em. I cant count how many times Ive dug a huge damn hole just to find the grave site was moved, and that seemed pretty likely with this one, considerin somebody had already been diggin here. Im just ready to burn this sumbitch, he said.
Shane followed Ashs example and lodged his own shovel into the crack of the casket opening.
On three, Ash said. One, two, three.
Together, they hoisted the lid open. A cloud of dust and debris billowed from the inside of the casket, sending them both into coughing fits. Shane stared down into the dirt, hoping to see the corpse, but when the dust cleared, both Shane and Ash remained silent for a long moment. The damp-wood smell emanating from the casket filled Shanes nose, but the scent of the dead wasnt there. He blinked several times. Was he seeing correctly? Ash swore under his breath, a confirmation of Shanes conclusion.