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closing up and I felt a little dizzy. I took a deep breath and decided I needed to sit back down.
“Put your head between your knees and breathe deep.” It was Jonas whispering in my ear, squatting down next to me. I felt his huge hand on the back of my neck pushing my head forward.
“I’m sorry, Jonas, I’m so sorry,” I mumbled as I tried to take in air.
“Stay here. Don’t talk to anyone. I’ll be back,” he said tersely. The weight of his hand disappeared from my neck, but it was the gentle squeeze of his hand on my shoulder as he moved away was almost my undoing.
The cavalry arrived and I could hear Jonas issuing orders and securing the area. The deep breathing helped and I raised my head up to see what was going on. The police were moving people into groups and working around me, taping off the area in front of the shop. The people from inside the shop were clustered by the door and I saw the manager motioning to me. When he realized I wasn’t getting up, he slowly opened the door and skittered through, keeping an eye on the police and the shattered window that was still somehow managing to stay in place. Bending down, he, handed me a coffee.
“Here,” he said. “I thought you might need this.” He shoved it into my hand and hurried back inside before he was told to by the police officer, who was headed in our direction. I took a sip of the coffee and realized he had rescued my latte from the table where I had left it. Caffeine was probably the last thing I needed, but I did feel better with the familiar feel of the cup in my hand. I slowly stood up and finding myself much steadier, moved over to my car, which was now inside the taped off crime scene area. Leaning against the car door, I watched as Jonas took control of the situation, directing the responding officers and doing his job so efficiently and calmly, that was difficult to remember that just a short time ago, someone had been trying to kill him. I shivered at the memory of how close it had been and took another sip of coffee, trying to shake it off. He’d been kept occupied as the police arrived, but I knew eventually, Jonas would work his way around to me. He would have questions and I needed to have some answers regarding Denzel. Ones he’d believe. I needed to be calm, cool and convincing when my time came. Unfortunately for me, I didn’t have to wait long.
FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER, we were back inside the coffee shop, sitting at my old table and I was feeling a little better. He was sitting across from me and asking for the umpteenth time what I knew about Denzel. I had filled him in on everything except my suspicions about having telekinetic abilities, which were seeming more far fetched by the minute. In the light of current events, it was obvious that Denzel and I had some sort of connection, although I had no idea what that might be. The fact that he was following me and had been waving a gun around didn’t bode well. I had to admit that the most likely scenario was that Denzel had actually thrown the coffee at me, although at the time, it sure hadn’t seemed like it. Why, was anyone’s guess and what I needed to find out. The upside, if that was the case, was this telekinesis thing could be laid to rest.
I had called Trinity to come and pick me up, as my car was going be here until they cleared the scene, and she was due any minute. As relieved as I was that Jonas was all right, I was, quite frankly, tired of the inquisition and wished she would hurry up and get there, so I could leave.
“Hey!” Jonas snapped his fingers in front of my eyes. “Pay attention. Answer the question.”
I focused back on Jonas and blinked hard, feeling another headache coming on. Snorting, Jonas stood up motioning for someone behind me to come over. To my surprise it was an EMT.
“Check her out. She took a pretty good hit to the head when we dove for cover.”
“There’s nothing wrong with my head,” I retorted, not wanting to
“Put your head between your knees and breathe deep.” It was Jonas whispering in my ear, squatting down next to me. I felt his huge hand on the back of my neck pushing my head forward.
“I’m sorry, Jonas, I’m so sorry,” I mumbled as I tried to take in air.
“Stay here. Don’t talk to anyone. I’ll be back,” he said tersely. The weight of his hand disappeared from my neck, but it was the gentle squeeze of his hand on my shoulder as he moved away was almost my undoing.
The cavalry arrived and I could hear Jonas issuing orders and securing the area. The deep breathing helped and I raised my head up to see what was going on. The police were moving people into groups and working around me, taping off the area in front of the shop. The people from inside the shop were clustered by the door and I saw the manager motioning to me. When he realized I wasn’t getting up, he slowly opened the door and skittered through, keeping an eye on the police and the shattered window that was still somehow managing to stay in place. Bending down, he, handed me a coffee.
“Here,” he said. “I thought you might need this.” He shoved it into my hand and hurried back inside before he was told to by the police officer, who was headed in our direction. I took a sip of the coffee and realized he had rescued my latte from the table where I had left it. Caffeine was probably the last thing I needed, but I did feel better with the familiar feel of the cup in my hand. I slowly stood up and finding myself much steadier, moved over to my car, which was now inside the taped off crime scene area. Leaning against the car door, I watched as Jonas took control of the situation, directing the responding officers and doing his job so efficiently and calmly, that was difficult to remember that just a short time ago, someone had been trying to kill him. I shivered at the memory of how close it had been and took another sip of coffee, trying to shake it off. He’d been kept occupied as the police arrived, but I knew eventually, Jonas would work his way around to me. He would have questions and I needed to have some answers regarding Denzel. Ones he’d believe. I needed to be calm, cool and convincing when my time came. Unfortunately for me, I didn’t have to wait long.
FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER, we were back inside the coffee shop, sitting at my old table and I was feeling a little better. He was sitting across from me and asking for the umpteenth time what I knew about Denzel. I had filled him in on everything except my suspicions about having telekinetic abilities, which were seeming more far fetched by the minute. In the light of current events, it was obvious that Denzel and I had some sort of connection, although I had no idea what that might be. The fact that he was following me and had been waving a gun around didn’t bode well. I had to admit that the most likely scenario was that Denzel had actually thrown the coffee at me, although at the time, it sure hadn’t seemed like it. Why, was anyone’s guess and what I needed to find out. The upside, if that was the case, was this telekinesis thing could be laid to rest.
I had called Trinity to come and pick me up, as my car was going be here until they cleared the scene, and she was due any minute. As relieved as I was that Jonas was all right, I was, quite frankly, tired of the inquisition and wished she would hurry up and get there, so I could leave.
“Hey!” Jonas snapped his fingers in front of my eyes. “Pay attention. Answer the question.”
I focused back on Jonas and blinked hard, feeling another headache coming on. Snorting, Jonas stood up motioning for someone behind me to come over. To my surprise it was an EMT.
“Check her out. She took a pretty good hit to the head when we dove for cover.”
“There’s nothing wrong with my head,” I retorted, not wanting to
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