Dean left to go catch up with Anne who was halfway down the hall already.
"We'll have to go out the back," he told her as she pressed the elevator button.
"Way ahead of you. Hawk should be waiting there."
He glanced around them and saw that no one was close enough to hear their conversation. "How does he know where to wait for you?"
“He follows my energy. It's like a beacon to him and the reverse is true with me. If I need him, I know where to go because I can feel him."
The elevator opened and they stepped in. With no one around, Dean continued to pry.
"How can you feel him?"
With a sigh, she looked over at him. He seemed genuinely interested in her powers and how she used them.
"Okay, you know how when you get out of a mall or museum or stadium and you walk into a parking lot and you get that feeling that you parked your car in a certain spot? That's how I feel him, except I know for a fact where he is exactly."
"How far can you track him?"
"About a mile, no more than that."
"Have you told anyone else that you can do this?" He needed to know if there was anyone else who could have a motive to hurt her in any way.
"Just my family."
"What about your ex-husband?"
How did she know he was going to ask that? "My ex was the stereotypical Hollywood actor who only cared about himself. He really didn’t care much about my feelings or what I wanted to do. It never felt right to tell him this because I was afraid of what he’d say. In the end, I’m glad that I never did tell him. He would have made himself look like the victim and plastered it all over the news."
The elevator stopped and they turned right down the corridor. "So why did you marry him, if you didn't trust him?"
Anne just didn’t want to tell him that she just used him to get her career going. It would have solidified his opinion of her as being a Hollywood diva…Although she didn’t know why that bothered her. Why did she care what he thought of her? Her father already told her he was ashamed of her and her career choice. She broke her mother’s heart when she didn’t show up on the holidays. In his eyes, she was already a selfish person.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s all in the past. Hawk is down this way." She took him down a corridor and then they reached the back door.
“Hawk?”
“Yes, it’s what I call my car. I figured calling him car was just not good enough. He always seemed to swoop down when I needed him the most, kind of like a hawk.”
Before she could grab the door, Dean interjected, "Wait." He went to the door first and slowly pried it open. He peeked out and saw that there seemed to be no one there except Hawk, who was a few feet away from the bottom of the steps and was peacefully quiet.
"Okay.” He opened the door and they both jumped out and bolted to the car. Anne instinctively ran to the driver's side, but Dean interjected. "I'm driving."
"My car."
"Yeah, but I know how to deal with crazy people."
"What crazy people?"
"Those." he pointed towards the other side of the building where two people were running towards them. One had a video camera and the other a microphone. Reporters. Just what she needed right now.
Hawk saw them and started his engine and turned on his lights.
Dean pushed Anne in the passenger seat and slid across the hood and planted himself in the driver’s seat. Hawk leaped forward before he could even shift to drive and spun around the opposite direction as he tried to get away from the reporters and the crowd that would soon follow. As he approached the end of the building, he slowed down just enough not be too loud and attract attention. Anne stared at the hospital entrance. Daniel was right--there was a huge mob of people there. News vans had their satellites up and broadcasting. Other people had handmade signs with supportive words that Anne hoped her mother would be able to see.
"This is insane!" she exclaimed as Dean left the parking lot and then turned right and floored it. Nice thing
"We'll have to go out the back," he told her as she pressed the elevator button.
"Way ahead of you. Hawk should be waiting there."
He glanced around them and saw that no one was close enough to hear their conversation. "How does he know where to wait for you?"
“He follows my energy. It's like a beacon to him and the reverse is true with me. If I need him, I know where to go because I can feel him."
The elevator opened and they stepped in. With no one around, Dean continued to pry.
"How can you feel him?"
With a sigh, she looked over at him. He seemed genuinely interested in her powers and how she used them.
"Okay, you know how when you get out of a mall or museum or stadium and you walk into a parking lot and you get that feeling that you parked your car in a certain spot? That's how I feel him, except I know for a fact where he is exactly."
"How far can you track him?"
"About a mile, no more than that."
"Have you told anyone else that you can do this?" He needed to know if there was anyone else who could have a motive to hurt her in any way.
"Just my family."
"What about your ex-husband?"
How did she know he was going to ask that? "My ex was the stereotypical Hollywood actor who only cared about himself. He really didn’t care much about my feelings or what I wanted to do. It never felt right to tell him this because I was afraid of what he’d say. In the end, I’m glad that I never did tell him. He would have made himself look like the victim and plastered it all over the news."
The elevator stopped and they turned right down the corridor. "So why did you marry him, if you didn't trust him?"
Anne just didn’t want to tell him that she just used him to get her career going. It would have solidified his opinion of her as being a Hollywood diva…Although she didn’t know why that bothered her. Why did she care what he thought of her? Her father already told her he was ashamed of her and her career choice. She broke her mother’s heart when she didn’t show up on the holidays. In his eyes, she was already a selfish person.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s all in the past. Hawk is down this way." She took him down a corridor and then they reached the back door.
“Hawk?”
“Yes, it’s what I call my car. I figured calling him car was just not good enough. He always seemed to swoop down when I needed him the most, kind of like a hawk.”
Before she could grab the door, Dean interjected, "Wait." He went to the door first and slowly pried it open. He peeked out and saw that there seemed to be no one there except Hawk, who was a few feet away from the bottom of the steps and was peacefully quiet.
"Okay.” He opened the door and they both jumped out and bolted to the car. Anne instinctively ran to the driver's side, but Dean interjected. "I'm driving."
"My car."
"Yeah, but I know how to deal with crazy people."
"What crazy people?"
"Those." he pointed towards the other side of the building where two people were running towards them. One had a video camera and the other a microphone. Reporters. Just what she needed right now.
Hawk saw them and started his engine and turned on his lights.
Dean pushed Anne in the passenger seat and slid across the hood and planted himself in the driver’s seat. Hawk leaped forward before he could even shift to drive and spun around the opposite direction as he tried to get away from the reporters and the crowd that would soon follow. As he approached the end of the building, he slowed down just enough not be too loud and attract attention. Anne stared at the hospital entrance. Daniel was right--there was a huge mob of people there. News vans had their satellites up and broadcasting. Other people had handmade signs with supportive words that Anne hoped her mother would be able to see.
"This is insane!" she exclaimed as Dean left the parking lot and then turned right and floored it. Nice thing
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