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Juniper
A gargoyle.
A f*****g gargoyle.
Juniper pulled herself into the cabin of the van and sat in stunned silence. A gargoyle—she still couldn’t wrap her mind around that—jumped out of the back of the company van and tackled her.
Her hand drifted down to her stomach, finding the fabric damp but she couldn’t think about that right now.
What would she tell Mickey? The gargoyle was gone. She broke the rules. She stopped and she looked in the back.
Maybe the gargoyle broke free and then came through the back? She twisted in the seat. The barrier that separated the cabin from the cargo was only thin plywood painted black. It did nothing except prevent the driver from seeing the cargo.
She pushed at the plywood and it rattled, loosely held in place with screws. Maybe she could knock
