Read Online Confabulation by Ronald Thomas - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Ronald Thomas
Ads: Link
motions slowed as he resigned himself to his fate. He tried to sleep, but the pain and the bright blindness prevented rest.
Another hour.
The pain subsided, but Simon kept his eyes closed. Afraid they would be useless. Still, he forced them open. He was surrounded by darkness. His anger and fear grew, but his eyes soon began to adjust. He let out a sigh.
No lights on. The fingers of moonlight through the clouds provided some light after his eyes adjusted. His head still pounded, and he stumbled more than walked.
It had been barely noon when it first hit him. Now it was night. At least nine. He struggled to his feet. Groped along the wall for a light switch. Once the light was on, the expected joy was stripped from his mind.
He looked around and saw the evidence of the intruder. His papers were strewn across counters, tables, and the floor. His books lay on the ground, supporting the toppled bookcases. He’d been out for all of it. Didn’t see or hear anything. They’d been in his house. Stepped ver him. All the while he lay there. Helpless.
CHAPTER 15
Henry sank low in his seat. The hostess escorted Kelly and the other partners to an outside table. He shifted his body so he could see just over the door of his car. Felt pretty sure he wouldn’t be spotted. Henry felt like an idiot. He didn’t fancy himself a spy, or anything, but he was doing the best he could.
He’d been annoyed at himself, but invigorated by the successful lie. She’d wished him a safe trip and gone to work. He drove to her office and waited. It was all working. He’s also found that he was more alert, and less anxious about watching. He knew he had to be more careful, though. Being seen would blow it all to hell.
Henry sat still for several minutes, watching Kelly eat and laugh. He smiled as she stomped her feet on the ground which was her normal sign of excitement. He had to protect her. He knew he had to watch. Knew it would happen soon. It seemed his memory was coming back more each day.
He knew her death was planned. He’d heard them plan it. Didn’t know when. He tried to remember, but it was blocked. He guessed that’s what people meant when they said they blocked out a bad memory. But he was hanging on to each piece now. Nothing was more important than remembering it all. Putting the puzzle together.
That meant Kelly knew the killer. Could be anyone. Even one of the partners. Henry began to panic. He glanced at her again and thought of the time she spent with them. He couldn’t watch her all the time when she was with them. She had meetings in the offices. Lunches, dinners, late night work. He couldn’t be there all the time.
Henry clinched his teeth until the slight movement of his jaw made a squeaking sound. A partner. A coworker. A friend. Henry couldn’t believe it was possible, but he knew in his gut that he had to stop it from happening. He looked wildly about the car. Hoping something would give him an idea.
Nothing. He clinched his fists. Wanted to scream.
Didn’t want to make a scene.
Henry started the car and eased away from the restaurant. A few blocks down, he let it out. Screamed to the sky and punched the seat next to him. He let it all out until he was spent. He rested his head on the steering wheel. And cried. He took breaths when he could and shouted again until his anger was less than his exhaustion.
He drove away. Still had no answers. He parked across from her office. Watched her walk through the revolving door when she returned from lunch. Sat and waited for her to leave.
Hours went by.
He was sure she was in danger. He tried to think of ways to see her, but found none. He called her to check in. Said he was bored and needed a pick up. They laughed for a few minutes before she went back to work.
He waited. Saw her leave. Made sure she was alone and left ten minutes later. He drove by the front of the house, saw she was there, and parked a few streets over in
Another hour.
The pain subsided, but Simon kept his eyes closed. Afraid they would be useless. Still, he forced them open. He was surrounded by darkness. His anger and fear grew, but his eyes soon began to adjust. He let out a sigh.
No lights on. The fingers of moonlight through the clouds provided some light after his eyes adjusted. His head still pounded, and he stumbled more than walked.
It had been barely noon when it first hit him. Now it was night. At least nine. He struggled to his feet. Groped along the wall for a light switch. Once the light was on, the expected joy was stripped from his mind.
He looked around and saw the evidence of the intruder. His papers were strewn across counters, tables, and the floor. His books lay on the ground, supporting the toppled bookcases. He’d been out for all of it. Didn’t see or hear anything. They’d been in his house. Stepped ver him. All the while he lay there. Helpless.
CHAPTER 15
Henry sank low in his seat. The hostess escorted Kelly and the other partners to an outside table. He shifted his body so he could see just over the door of his car. Felt pretty sure he wouldn’t be spotted. Henry felt like an idiot. He didn’t fancy himself a spy, or anything, but he was doing the best he could.
He’d been annoyed at himself, but invigorated by the successful lie. She’d wished him a safe trip and gone to work. He drove to her office and waited. It was all working. He’s also found that he was more alert, and less anxious about watching. He knew he had to be more careful, though. Being seen would blow it all to hell.
Henry sat still for several minutes, watching Kelly eat and laugh. He smiled as she stomped her feet on the ground which was her normal sign of excitement. He had to protect her. He knew he had to watch. Knew it would happen soon. It seemed his memory was coming back more each day.
He knew her death was planned. He’d heard them plan it. Didn’t know when. He tried to remember, but it was blocked. He guessed that’s what people meant when they said they blocked out a bad memory. But he was hanging on to each piece now. Nothing was more important than remembering it all. Putting the puzzle together.
That meant Kelly knew the killer. Could be anyone. Even one of the partners. Henry began to panic. He glanced at her again and thought of the time she spent with them. He couldn’t watch her all the time when she was with them. She had meetings in the offices. Lunches, dinners, late night work. He couldn’t be there all the time.
Henry clinched his teeth until the slight movement of his jaw made a squeaking sound. A partner. A coworker. A friend. Henry couldn’t believe it was possible, but he knew in his gut that he had to stop it from happening. He looked wildly about the car. Hoping something would give him an idea.
Nothing. He clinched his fists. Wanted to scream.
Didn’t want to make a scene.
Henry started the car and eased away from the restaurant. A few blocks down, he let it out. Screamed to the sky and punched the seat next to him. He let it all out until he was spent. He rested his head on the steering wheel. And cried. He took breaths when he could and shouted again until his anger was less than his exhaustion.
He drove away. Still had no answers. He parked across from her office. Watched her walk through the revolving door when she returned from lunch. Sat and waited for her to leave.
Hours went by.
He was sure she was in danger. He tried to think of ways to see her, but found none. He called her to check in. Said he was bored and needed a pick up. They laughed for a few minutes before she went back to work.
He waited. Saw her leave. Made sure she was alone and left ten minutes later. He drove by the front of the house, saw she was there, and parked a few streets over in
Similar Books
