Page 1 of Resurrection
CHAPTER ONE
“Memorial tattoos. Seriously? How did you talk me into this? You know I hate needles,” Imogen said to Jury as they walked up Canal Street toward the sign that readVoodoo Ink.
“Yeah, well, I’m getting one. Puss out if you want. It’s fine.”
“You know I’m too old for peer pressure, right?”
“Is anyone ever too old for peer pressure?”
“Yes. Which you would know if you grew up and stopped partying.”
Jury reached for the metal door handle separating them from a terrible idea. “Yeah, like our sister dying young is going to convince me to start becoming all serious with my life.”
The door chimed, and Imogen sent Jury a look of death. “How about we not be so cavalier about it, okay?”
“What? It happened. It’s done. She’s gone. The distillery is gone. Life will never be the same. Might as well get some more ink and commemorate her in my own way.”
“Can we help you, ladies?”
A pretty young woman with beaded dreadlocks watched them with curiosity from behind the counter while buzzing noises permeated the tattoo shop.
Clearly, she heard that,Imogen thought.Great.
“Hey,” Jury said to the girl as she walked forward. “Are you doing walk-ins? Or should I make an appointment?”
Imogen was glad she hadn’t saidwein regard to the appointment.
Please say no. Please say no.
There was no part of Imogen that wanted anything to do with anything in this place. The only reason she’d semi-agreed was because Jury had said after the funeral that she wanted to do some sisterly bonding.
Like I could’ve said no,Imogenthought.
They’d just laid Keira to rest. It was simple common sense that she’d be clinging to the only sister she had left.
Imogen noticed a heavily tattooed man with a beard and a baseball cap staring at her over a woman’s body lying on a flat table. He held some kind of black gadget in one nitrile-gloved hand and a paper towel in the other.
She looked away to avoid eye contact, but couldn’t help but sneak another glance at him.
He wasstillstaring at her. Imogen turned back to the dreadlocked girl who was talking to Jury.
“We do have a guy doing walk-ins today. He’s grabbing food, but he’ll be back. Everyone else is by appointment only. What are you thinking? Flash?”
“Memorial tattoos for our sister. We just sealed her up yesterday.”
“I’m so sorry,” the girl said, and her facial expression fell.
It was that look of sympathy that Imogen had gotten used to over the last week or so. It seemed almost the same on everyone.
“Maybe you are, but I’m pissed,” Jury said. “Her husband got her and her little girl killed. This is why I’m never falling in love. People do stupid shit, like marry mobsters.”
Imogen noticed the buzzing in the shop had completely stopped. She glanced back toward the man in the baseball cap. It wasn’t just him staring, but everyone.
“You’re the Kilgore sisters,” Baseball Cap Guy said.
Oh great, now weareinfamous,Imogen thought.
The dreadlocked girl gasped, “No way.”
