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we need to go back to basics.”
Wendell nodded, and Jonathan began to think the motion might just be Wendell’s default reaction to someone talking to him.
“Look, there is a reason this is happening. Now seeing as I can’t trace the magic, let’s go for the person behind it.”
Jonathan took another forkful of food, allowing Wendell time to process the idea that there really was a ‘someone’ behind this.
“To do this to you, the party involved would definitely be upset, but odds are they don’t actually want to harm you. I don’t think anyone able to do this— however they are doing it,” Jonathan added, jabbing his fork into the pile of noodles, “would bother with psychological torture before actually killing you.
“So, we’re looking for someone in your life who’s upset enough to mess with you, happy to cause your life to fall into shambles, but not a homicidal manic.”
Jonathan took a moment to eat another mouthful of his belated lunch, hoping something would pop into his client’s mind. When it became clear nothing had, he went on.
“We need to be looking at all possibilities here: ex-girlfriends, co-workers—maybe ones passed over for promotion either by you or in favor of you, maybe ex-employees you fired or whose job you now hold. Maybe you inherited money someone else thought should go to them, even?
“It may not seem like much and the person doing this may, outwardly, act as though everything is just fine. To you they may appear normal, while inside they are a mass of seething, hungry leeches feeding on an anger which has culminated in this act against you.”
Jonathan stuffed more noodles into his mouth. He had stumbled on to a possible, though very unlikely, scenario. If someone with latent psychic powers retained a hatred for Wendell, they might be the cause of his problems.
If, in the deep recess of this individual’s subconscious, they wished Wendell dead, while on a more conscious level shied from such thoughts, the dichotomy of emotion could be manifesting as the threats.
The buried psychic power linked with the repressed desire could affect things around Wendell while leaving no residual energy or traces of magic.
The theory was more than just a long shot, however; it equaled hitting a marble from a hundred miles away with a BB gun. In all his years, he had never found actual proof of psychic powers.
Every time Jonathan had been involved with investigating a ‘psychic,’ the individuals in question were actually using arcane-based powers. In the majority of the cases, the ‘psychic’ turned out to be a witch who had no idea what they were really doing.
Even being theoretically possible, manipulating the physical world to such an extent would take a psionic strength that Jonathan had never even read about.
“Sorry,” Wendell said, and Jonathan knew by paying attention to his own thoughts, instead of his client’s, that he had just missed something.
Jonathan had many bad habits, some of which he tried to lose. The difficulty, however, lay in the amount of time he spent alone.
“I’m sorry, Wendell, I got lost in a train of thought,” Jonathan admitted. “Just entertaining a plausible explanation. Well, maybe not plausible. Feasible would be a better term for it. Let me stew it over for a while, though. Right now, if I let it out of my head, and expose it to the light of reality, I fear it will burn away completely.”
Jonathan waved his hand to dispel the confusion his own words created. “Anyway, I missed what you said, so if you wouldn’t mind?”
Wendell lowered his head and frowned a little, but said, “Of course. However, all I said was that I couldn’t think of anyone that fit any of those descriptions. I haven’t been promoted in over five years, and any long term romantic relationships have been brought to a close by the woman involved; not by me.”
Jonathan added, ‘jilted woman,’ as a maybe to his mental list.
He knew women just well
Wendell nodded, and Jonathan began to think the motion might just be Wendell’s default reaction to someone talking to him.
“Look, there is a reason this is happening. Now seeing as I can’t trace the magic, let’s go for the person behind it.”
Jonathan took another forkful of food, allowing Wendell time to process the idea that there really was a ‘someone’ behind this.
“To do this to you, the party involved would definitely be upset, but odds are they don’t actually want to harm you. I don’t think anyone able to do this— however they are doing it,” Jonathan added, jabbing his fork into the pile of noodles, “would bother with psychological torture before actually killing you.
“So, we’re looking for someone in your life who’s upset enough to mess with you, happy to cause your life to fall into shambles, but not a homicidal manic.”
Jonathan took a moment to eat another mouthful of his belated lunch, hoping something would pop into his client’s mind. When it became clear nothing had, he went on.
“We need to be looking at all possibilities here: ex-girlfriends, co-workers—maybe ones passed over for promotion either by you or in favor of you, maybe ex-employees you fired or whose job you now hold. Maybe you inherited money someone else thought should go to them, even?
“It may not seem like much and the person doing this may, outwardly, act as though everything is just fine. To you they may appear normal, while inside they are a mass of seething, hungry leeches feeding on an anger which has culminated in this act against you.”
Jonathan stuffed more noodles into his mouth. He had stumbled on to a possible, though very unlikely, scenario. If someone with latent psychic powers retained a hatred for Wendell, they might be the cause of his problems.
If, in the deep recess of this individual’s subconscious, they wished Wendell dead, while on a more conscious level shied from such thoughts, the dichotomy of emotion could be manifesting as the threats.
The buried psychic power linked with the repressed desire could affect things around Wendell while leaving no residual energy or traces of magic.
The theory was more than just a long shot, however; it equaled hitting a marble from a hundred miles away with a BB gun. In all his years, he had never found actual proof of psychic powers.
Every time Jonathan had been involved with investigating a ‘psychic,’ the individuals in question were actually using arcane-based powers. In the majority of the cases, the ‘psychic’ turned out to be a witch who had no idea what they were really doing.
Even being theoretically possible, manipulating the physical world to such an extent would take a psionic strength that Jonathan had never even read about.
“Sorry,” Wendell said, and Jonathan knew by paying attention to his own thoughts, instead of his client’s, that he had just missed something.
Jonathan had many bad habits, some of which he tried to lose. The difficulty, however, lay in the amount of time he spent alone.
“I’m sorry, Wendell, I got lost in a train of thought,” Jonathan admitted. “Just entertaining a plausible explanation. Well, maybe not plausible. Feasible would be a better term for it. Let me stew it over for a while, though. Right now, if I let it out of my head, and expose it to the light of reality, I fear it will burn away completely.”
Jonathan waved his hand to dispel the confusion his own words created. “Anyway, I missed what you said, so if you wouldn’t mind?”
Wendell lowered his head and frowned a little, but said, “Of course. However, all I said was that I couldn’t think of anyone that fit any of those descriptions. I haven’t been promoted in over five years, and any long term romantic relationships have been brought to a close by the woman involved; not by me.”
Jonathan added, ‘jilted woman,’ as a maybe to his mental list.
He knew women just well
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