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her.”
“Why is she here in the first place? In New Orleans?” Tony asks.
“Briggs and Tulane. They were lifers at the Louisiana State Pen. Serving sentences for the murder of Gina…Brianna, her husband, and her son,” Dr. Ryan begins. “Gina was ready. Aubrey and Emily were ready. They trained and rehearsed for months. I found a way to get them verified…as prison guards. Manipulated a transfer for Briggs and Tulane. Everything was in place,” she talks herself through the steps, still disappointed she could not deliver. She shrugs. “ETNA got to them before we did.”
“Has your station been compromised?” Tony directs his question to William Truly inquiring about the compound.
“Tight as a drum,” he ensures.
“She has to have eyes on her,” Tony says. “How else would they know she was at the masquerade ball?”
“The compound and its perimeter are locked down. Anything outside of that is a risk. Gina knows this,” William Truly defends.
“They had time to track her,” Dr. Ryan inserts, “from the prison in Angola to her return to New Orleans. If ETNA got to Briggs and Tulane before we did, surely they have eyes somewhere at the penitentiary. And what better place to play out their façade than at a masquerade ball.”
Tony shakes his head. “But wouldn’t Gina know the difference? I mean, I get the mask, but wouldn’t she feel a difference?” He stops, thumping his hand against the left side of his chest. “In here? Between her husband…ah, deceased husband,” he clarifies uncomfortably, “and an evil son-of-a-bitch?” He turns circles yet again. “DeLuca has great instincts. I’ve seen her in action. She would be able to read that.”
“Ahem,” Dr. Godfrey beckons, continuing upon a tolerant glance from Tony, “Vigilares can sense one another. It may not be clear necessarily, especially with this being her first contact with the Hell Hound. However, there would be some level of assimilation, which may have been misconstrued by her subconscious as a familiar or likened experience.”
“Accompanied with a deep-seated desire to believe her thought-to-be-deceased husband is, in fact, alive, could make for a very intriguing and believable perception,” Dr. Ryan adds. “We’ve all lost people in our lives. Imagine the hope of reconnecting with them.”
Tony looks at them disbelieving.
“How do you think you found Gina? At the masquerade ball?” Dr. Godfrey prods knowingly.
Tony shrugs. “Marks radioed me.”
“Ok,” Dr. Godfrey agrees. “How do you think the glass broke in your hand?”
Tony’s eyebrows flinch. He shakes his head. “I don’t know.”
“Emily,” Dr. Godfrey sheds some light.
Tony’s mind recalls the events, replaying it slowly. Emily’s fist slams down sharply on the table proceeded by a loud Pop! The glass shatters in his hand, the shards fall to the floor. He looks around the room accusingly, wondering who else is among her company.
“Just Gina, Emily and Aubrey,” Dr. Ryan answers his unspoken inquisition. “And…well…apparently you.”
Dr. Godfrey’s eyes light up as he leans forward in his chair gaping at Tony. “What happened when you and Vigilare…Gina, came into contact at the masquerade ball?”
“The freaking Fourth of July!” Marks interjects, unable to quench his exuberance.
Dr. Godfrey and Tony jerk their heads in his direction. “Go on,” Dr. Godfrey encourages, his round face beaming. Marks looks to Tony, whose expression begs explanation, giving him all the approval he needs.
“Fireworks, Doc. That’s what happened. You should’ve seen it.” Marks’ eyes widen with excitement. “They tore the place up. Shit was exploding and snapping and zapping. It was like TNT!”
Dr. Godfrey chuckles heartily, the wonderment of his busy mind explicit in his demeanor.
“Do you remember any of that, Detective?” Dr. Ryan inquires.
Tony shakes his head. “Not really. Just moments. Like a dream.”
“You will, my
“Why is she here in the first place? In New Orleans?” Tony asks.
“Briggs and Tulane. They were lifers at the Louisiana State Pen. Serving sentences for the murder of Gina…Brianna, her husband, and her son,” Dr. Ryan begins. “Gina was ready. Aubrey and Emily were ready. They trained and rehearsed for months. I found a way to get them verified…as prison guards. Manipulated a transfer for Briggs and Tulane. Everything was in place,” she talks herself through the steps, still disappointed she could not deliver. She shrugs. “ETNA got to them before we did.”
“Has your station been compromised?” Tony directs his question to William Truly inquiring about the compound.
“Tight as a drum,” he ensures.
“She has to have eyes on her,” Tony says. “How else would they know she was at the masquerade ball?”
“The compound and its perimeter are locked down. Anything outside of that is a risk. Gina knows this,” William Truly defends.
“They had time to track her,” Dr. Ryan inserts, “from the prison in Angola to her return to New Orleans. If ETNA got to Briggs and Tulane before we did, surely they have eyes somewhere at the penitentiary. And what better place to play out their façade than at a masquerade ball.”
Tony shakes his head. “But wouldn’t Gina know the difference? I mean, I get the mask, but wouldn’t she feel a difference?” He stops, thumping his hand against the left side of his chest. “In here? Between her husband…ah, deceased husband,” he clarifies uncomfortably, “and an evil son-of-a-bitch?” He turns circles yet again. “DeLuca has great instincts. I’ve seen her in action. She would be able to read that.”
“Ahem,” Dr. Godfrey beckons, continuing upon a tolerant glance from Tony, “Vigilares can sense one another. It may not be clear necessarily, especially with this being her first contact with the Hell Hound. However, there would be some level of assimilation, which may have been misconstrued by her subconscious as a familiar or likened experience.”
“Accompanied with a deep-seated desire to believe her thought-to-be-deceased husband is, in fact, alive, could make for a very intriguing and believable perception,” Dr. Ryan adds. “We’ve all lost people in our lives. Imagine the hope of reconnecting with them.”
Tony looks at them disbelieving.
“How do you think you found Gina? At the masquerade ball?” Dr. Godfrey prods knowingly.
Tony shrugs. “Marks radioed me.”
“Ok,” Dr. Godfrey agrees. “How do you think the glass broke in your hand?”
Tony’s eyebrows flinch. He shakes his head. “I don’t know.”
“Emily,” Dr. Godfrey sheds some light.
Tony’s mind recalls the events, replaying it slowly. Emily’s fist slams down sharply on the table proceeded by a loud Pop! The glass shatters in his hand, the shards fall to the floor. He looks around the room accusingly, wondering who else is among her company.
“Just Gina, Emily and Aubrey,” Dr. Ryan answers his unspoken inquisition. “And…well…apparently you.”
Dr. Godfrey’s eyes light up as he leans forward in his chair gaping at Tony. “What happened when you and Vigilare…Gina, came into contact at the masquerade ball?”
“The freaking Fourth of July!” Marks interjects, unable to quench his exuberance.
Dr. Godfrey and Tony jerk their heads in his direction. “Go on,” Dr. Godfrey encourages, his round face beaming. Marks looks to Tony, whose expression begs explanation, giving him all the approval he needs.
“Fireworks, Doc. That’s what happened. You should’ve seen it.” Marks’ eyes widen with excitement. “They tore the place up. Shit was exploding and snapping and zapping. It was like TNT!”
Dr. Godfrey chuckles heartily, the wonderment of his busy mind explicit in his demeanor.
“Do you remember any of that, Detective?” Dr. Ryan inquires.
Tony shakes his head. “Not really. Just moments. Like a dream.”
“You will, my
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