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is going to sound insane …” He trailed off, staring ahead, deep in thought. His mind flashed back to those dark, piercing eyes, the car door flying off and the girl—he tried to piece together in his mind the events, though they weren’t much more than indiscernible snapshots, before turning to Ryan.
    “There were others and unless my eyes were playing tricks on me, they weren’t like you or me.”
    Ryan gave him a long, serious look before bursting into laughter
    “Okay, you got me. Whatever they are giving you, can I get some? You are a classic!” he said, shaking his head
    Travis continued staring at him.
    Ryan’s laughing trailed off as he could see Travis didn’t have that usual joker’s glimmer in his eyes that he usually had when he was winding him up.
    “You’re serious?” he said.
    “This was scary, man, I’ve never seen anything like it,” Travis said. “When you see someone with eyes as black as the ace of spades rip a door off without even touching it—it kind of rules out ordinary, don’t you think?”
    “His eyes were black? What are we talking about? Brown, green?”
    “I’m talking zero white. There was nothing but darkness,” he said, looking as if he was pondering what he saw. “Ry, I might have been disoriented and upside down, but I know what I saw. He looked like you and me, but his eyes were nothing like ours,” he said, and his eyes widened. “And that door? That door ripped clean off those hinges without any effort.”
    Ryan looked serious.
    “Do me a favor. Is there any way you can go and look at the truck?” Travis asked. “They would have towed it to the local wrecker’s. Maybe you could—”
    Laura came back in, followed by the doctor.
    “Ah, good to see you are awake, Travis,” the doctor said, glancing at Travis and then flipping through the chart in his hand.
    “Well, I had better get back.” Ryan jumped up, grabbed up his green jacket and started towards the door.
    “And I’ll look into that,” he said, briefly turning his head towards Travis and giving him a reassuring half-nod, then casting a quick glance at Laura.
    Travis replied, “Thanks.”
    Laura was looking from Ryan to Travis, as if trying to decode what she had missed. As Ryan left, the doctor continued to flip through his chart, furiously jotting down notes.
    He began checking Travis’s vitals. “So how are we feeling?”
    “All right—I guess,” he muttered.
    “I would say you were pretty lucky. You only suffered a mild concussion. However, I would like to keep you in overnight, just to run a few more tests.”
    “There’s no need, I’ll be fine.”
    “It’s not an option.”
    “Thank you, Doctor,” Laura said.
    With that the doctor left the room and she plunked herself down beside his bed.
    “You know you don’t have to stay, I’ll be fine here. I’m sure you need to get some sleep and by the way, the mail is piling up at the store,” Travis said, not wanting to bring up the topic of his father again.
    “You sure you’re going to be okay? I can come back later this evening and check in on you.”
    “Ah, no need, you should probably get some rest yourself,” he said, noticing the dark circles beneath her eyes and how her eyes sank back into her head.
    Laura stood up and kissed him gently on the forehead. As she headed out she paused for a moment at the door. “Are you sure?”
    “Positive,” he replied, nodding.
    She gave a brief, loving smile, and then the door closed behind her.
     
    * * * * *
     
    Scott’s feet dragged along the marble floor as two of Kaine’s men carried him into the office, dropping him in a heap in front of Harlan’s desk. Harlan came around in front of him, cigar in hand. Scott looked a state—clothes torn and stained, blood covering the front of his shirt. Blood dripped from his lip where Kaine’s men had already taken it upon themselves to rough him up.
    “Scott, I expected more from you. Evans. Yes. But you … that’s