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“Yes, please stay with her today as she does not have her car.” Then she hung up.
“I just need a ride into town,” I said. “Then I’ll send him back to you. Goodbye, B. I’ll speak to you later about all this.” I turned to leave, feeling sorry for my grandmother and thinking that maybe I should talk to that hospital psychologist about setting up an appointment for her.
Before I could take a step she was there blocking my way.
“How…?” B reached out and gripped my upper arm forcefully. She was holding on so tight I knew I’d have finger prints if and when she let go.
“ Alexandria ,” she said looking directly into my eyes like she was trying to look into my mind. I stared at the hand that was holding me, and when she didn’t let go, I looked into her eyes. She looked crazed, not crazy but wild, almost desperate. I tried to take a step back, but she held firm. “I know that you were attacked yesterday … and that you fought off the attacker with incredible speed and strength. I am the one who can help you understand these attributes, but I must know if the attacker has contacted you since then?”
“B,” I said giving her my own hard stare. “Let go of my arm.” She released me, but still stood between me and the door. “Look…” I might as well humor her so I can get the hell out of here, “since you seem to know so much about the attack, see if you can get my stuff back. The bastard is using my phone, and he ripped my favorite wig right off me. My head is still sore.” I reached up to touch the sore spots on my head as I told her.
She looked horrified now; the intensity had changed to one of fright, like a wild animal trapped in a corner. Her eyes were wide, and she looked as if she were deciding whether to run or stay and fight.
I took a step back. I’ve seen that look on Animal Planet when they trap a wild creature. She’d probably start pacing next, that’s what the animals always do. And that’s exactly what she did, but she still blocked my way out.
“Beatrix,” I said, forcing myself to be calm. “I’ll come back and we can talk more about this, okay? But right now I have to leave. One of my clients turned up dead this morning.” I reached out to touch her as I said it, hoping that my touch might bring her back from whatever delirious thoughts she was having. She put her hand over mine and looked up at me; her wild horrified intensity had changed to anguish.
“ Alexandria .” She said my name like she’d just found out I had cancer. I couldn’t keep up with her mood swings. I already felt overwhelmed by what had happened over the last few days, and now I had a client’s death on my watch. I’d had enough.
“Get out of my way, B,” I said, physically moving her aside. I walked—well, ran actually—straight to the front door, hoping that William would be there with the car. Her voice stopped me at the door. She spoke to my back.
“ Alexandria , he has your blood. He will know your mind now, your thoughts, and your dreams.”
I turned to look at her, staring at her wild green eyes. “B, I’m going to talk to William about getting you some help. You shouldn’t be out here all alone. It’s not good for you. Try to rest today. Don’t get yourself all worked up like this.”
I forget how old she really is. Just because she looks physically fit doesn’t mean that her mind is functioning on all cylinders. I opened the door and thank God, William was waiting at the car. He held the passenger door open for me, but I opened the back door and slid in. I needed some privacy to check in with Ottie. William just shut the door, bowed to B, and got behind the wheel.
“Where would you like to go, Miss Alexandria?”
I gave William the address and then focused on the Janecks. What had happened there? What had we missed?
Between my case and B’s craziness, I didn’t think this day could get any worse.
Chapter 7
Dried Husks
William drove in
“I just need a ride into town,” I said. “Then I’ll send him back to you. Goodbye, B. I’ll speak to you later about all this.” I turned to leave, feeling sorry for my grandmother and thinking that maybe I should talk to that hospital psychologist about setting up an appointment for her.
Before I could take a step she was there blocking my way.
“How…?” B reached out and gripped my upper arm forcefully. She was holding on so tight I knew I’d have finger prints if and when she let go.
“ Alexandria ,” she said looking directly into my eyes like she was trying to look into my mind. I stared at the hand that was holding me, and when she didn’t let go, I looked into her eyes. She looked crazed, not crazy but wild, almost desperate. I tried to take a step back, but she held firm. “I know that you were attacked yesterday … and that you fought off the attacker with incredible speed and strength. I am the one who can help you understand these attributes, but I must know if the attacker has contacted you since then?”
“B,” I said giving her my own hard stare. “Let go of my arm.” She released me, but still stood between me and the door. “Look…” I might as well humor her so I can get the hell out of here, “since you seem to know so much about the attack, see if you can get my stuff back. The bastard is using my phone, and he ripped my favorite wig right off me. My head is still sore.” I reached up to touch the sore spots on my head as I told her.
She looked horrified now; the intensity had changed to one of fright, like a wild animal trapped in a corner. Her eyes were wide, and she looked as if she were deciding whether to run or stay and fight.
I took a step back. I’ve seen that look on Animal Planet when they trap a wild creature. She’d probably start pacing next, that’s what the animals always do. And that’s exactly what she did, but she still blocked my way out.
“Beatrix,” I said, forcing myself to be calm. “I’ll come back and we can talk more about this, okay? But right now I have to leave. One of my clients turned up dead this morning.” I reached out to touch her as I said it, hoping that my touch might bring her back from whatever delirious thoughts she was having. She put her hand over mine and looked up at me; her wild horrified intensity had changed to anguish.
“ Alexandria .” She said my name like she’d just found out I had cancer. I couldn’t keep up with her mood swings. I already felt overwhelmed by what had happened over the last few days, and now I had a client’s death on my watch. I’d had enough.
“Get out of my way, B,” I said, physically moving her aside. I walked—well, ran actually—straight to the front door, hoping that William would be there with the car. Her voice stopped me at the door. She spoke to my back.
“ Alexandria , he has your blood. He will know your mind now, your thoughts, and your dreams.”
I turned to look at her, staring at her wild green eyes. “B, I’m going to talk to William about getting you some help. You shouldn’t be out here all alone. It’s not good for you. Try to rest today. Don’t get yourself all worked up like this.”
I forget how old she really is. Just because she looks physically fit doesn’t mean that her mind is functioning on all cylinders. I opened the door and thank God, William was waiting at the car. He held the passenger door open for me, but I opened the back door and slid in. I needed some privacy to check in with Ottie. William just shut the door, bowed to B, and got behind the wheel.
“Where would you like to go, Miss Alexandria?”
I gave William the address and then focused on the Janecks. What had happened there? What had we missed?
Between my case and B’s craziness, I didn’t think this day could get any worse.
Chapter 7
Dried Husks
William drove in
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