Wicked Games (Hartley Grace Featherstone Mysteries Book 3) by Gemma Halliday (best e reader for manga txt) 📗

like the biggest name in gaming. He's like…like…" She paused, sputtering as she grasped for the right words. "…like the Steve Jobs of games. He's a total rock star."

I glanced down the line. I hadn't noticed before, but almost the entire line of costumed followers were female. And they were all bouncing on their toes the way that Ellen was.

"He's done Hera's Pride, Triumph of Nyx, and the whole Muses of the Gods series," Ellen said, ticking the game titles off on her fingers. "But Athena's Quest?" She paused for emphasis. "This is supposed to be the big breakout epic. I cannot wait!" She giggled, and bounced on her yellow, foam-clad toes again. "You can read all about it on the VizaSoft website," Ellen said, gesturing to the banner hanging above us that advertised the company.

I grabbed my phone and scanned the QR code on the banner. Sam looked over my shoulder as we scrolled through the official press release for the game.

Apparently Connor Simon was being credited with revolutionizing the gaming industry by creating games geared specifically for female users. He'd made a name for himself by leaving out the pink covers and Barbie-style graphics of past girl-geared games, instead creating a line of female warrior centric games with challenging levels and innovative graphics to rival anything the gaming world had seen. Athena's Quest was the crowning jewel in his Ancient Goddesses series. The photos showed Athena as a tall, blonde-haired warrior with striking blue eyes and lithe, long limbs…mostly bare. The game promised an "epic adventure the likes of which players have never seen." It was set to hit stores next month, though preorders had already sold into the millions.

Wow. I glanced at the line again, feeling an urge to jump in. I was just contemplating how many hours it might take to get to the front when my phone buzzed in my hand.

I looked at the readout. Chase.

at food court now. lunch?

I shot him a text back that Sam and I would meet him there. Then I exchanged numbers with Ellen, telling her to let me know how the game was.

"Happy to!" she told me, her attention back on the line as she moved a half step forward.

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Chase was at a table sandwiched between a smoothie stand and the Tekken Taco Bar. Next to those were the Super Meat Boy's Super Meaty Grill, Mario & Luigi's Pizzeria, and a cart selling Charmander Churros. Chase was predictably not in costume, instead wearing a pair of black jeans, a black T-shirt with the logo of some band I'd never heard of with a bat and a lot of blood, and black work boots. As he lifted a greasy-looking burger to his mouth, I could see amusement dancing in his dark eyes at the patrons surrounding him. Amusement that only grew as he saw Sam approaching.

"Well, good afternoon, Linkette."

I'll admit, I was surprised he knew who she was. Hmm…maybe Bad Boy had a little gamer geek lurking inside him.

"Hey," I said by way of greeting, taking a seat at his table. "You're late."

"Sorry. Car trouble."

Chase was hands down the worst driver I had ever ridden with. He drove a black Camaro with a dent in the fender and a muffler that was hanging on for dear life. And he drove it fast. While I almost never sounded like my mother, I felt her creeping into my voice every time I rode with Chase. Which, thankfully, was not often.

"That's fine," I told him. "Sam and I were having fun exploring."

Chase winked at me. "I knew there was a little inner geek in you."

I stuck my tongue out at him. "For your information, geek is chic."

He grinned, shooting a glance at Sam. "Apparently."

"Anyway, I got a few cool shots, I think," I said, showing him the pics on my phone.

He leaned in to look.

Leaned in close.

I wasn't sure if it was on purpose or not, but I could suddenly feel his warm breath on my cheek as he scrolled through the pictures. I tried really hard to look like I wasn't intentionally inhaling his aftershave.

"These are good," he said. "I like the Five Nights at Freddie's crew."

I licked my lips. "Thanks," I said, the word coming out a little higher than I'd meant it to.

Chase shot me a look.

I ducked my head down, hoping my hair covered the heat I felt filling my cheeks.

"Got a headline yet?" he asked, popping a fry into his mouth.

I shrugged. "I'm working on it."

"I'm starving," Sam piped up beside me. "I think I need a Charmander churro."

My rumbling stomach agreed. We stood in line, got our snacks as Chase finished his burger, then the three of us headed back into the main hall to explore the rest of the aisles as Sam and I nibbled our fried cinnamony treats.

But as soon as we entered the hall, we realized something was up.

Costumed people were swarming toward the back of the convention room, pushing and shoving, their heads craning to see over each other.

"Oh, maybe it's the giant Yoshi!" Sam said, standing on tip-toe as we followed the crowd.

I saw a security guard rush past, shouting codes into his walkie-talkie. A con organizer with clipboard followed him, her face pinched.

"I don't know if that's it," I said, a nervous sensation taking hold in my stomach. Something didn't seem right.

"Oh, watch it," Sam said as a giant Sonic with three-day stubble bumped into her. In fact, everyone was bumping into everyone, rushing with urgency, though I wasn't sure which direction they were going. It was as if everyone felt the need to move, but no one was sure where to go.

Panic was starting to set in when I spotted a giant ball of yellow fur ahead of us.