Angel Fairy

Deadly Love

CHAPTER ONE Santa Ana in August was hot and dry. The sun baked the streets, sidewalks, and anything else in its path. Sweat was inevitable, even in the refuge of shade or with the assistance of a fan. The city's citizens were either cooped up inside with their air conditioning on full blast, or at th beach in the cool water. I was one of the copped up ones. Three fans directed toward me and my shirt still clung to my chest and back with perspiration. A tall red head skipped past my room sporting a pair of jean shorts and a bikini top.