Politics of Blood (Gray Spear Society, #8)

by Alex Siegel

"I still need an FBI outfit. Cheap and blue. What kind of clothes does the Secret Service wear?" "I'm not sure." Sheryl turned around to check a different rack. She was suddenly staring into a pair of unnaturally dark eyes. The enlarged pupils were infinitely deep holes, and she glimpsed the eternal silence of the grave. There was anger in those eyes, too. The Lord's anger. "Ahh!" Sheryl screeched. She jumped back and slammed into a rack. The legate smiled politely. "You almost gave me a heart attack, ma'am," Sheryl said in a shaky voice. "The Secret Service wears black suits made of high quality fabric. Their shirts are either blue or white. The women dress like the men. Dark sunglasses are common, even when working indoors. Make sure you also have an appropriate radio earpiece. I'll help you." The legate began thumbing through the clothes. Her movements were so quick, Sheryl could hardly believe the legate was actually looking at anything. It was like watching a movie in fast-forward. Sheryl was terrified of the legate. All the rumors were true. When she was nearby, Sheryl could feel the tangible presence of death. It wasn't a pleasant experience. Boreas stood near the door. He watched Sheryl with narrow eyes that had an odd blue tint. He was just as creepy as the legate but in a different way. He seemed to carry an unnatural chill with him. Tawni came around the racks. She watched the legate with a worshipful expression.