teens had nearly run her down just before 7:00AM. An hour later, the car forced Veronica off the road, and then crashed. His beloved came looking for him at the bar around 10:30AM and from there they had gone home for her stress relief session. The call about the Medical Examiner’s findings came about 12:30 and they had arrived at the hospital around 1:00 PM. A few minutes later he was assaulted by… Assaulted? Was that the right word? Yes, it was. The more he thought about it, the more it felt like he had been attacked.
Slowly he wrapped his hands around the hot cup, as if fearing the terrible cold would return. Naturally, he’d felt the underlying chill of the Morgue, just as he had when he was a child. But that intense wave of cold that hit when he touched those doors was something else entirely. And that wail. He trembled in spite of himself.
It was almost like what happened back at Harlequin House…
Suddenly, the phone rang making him jump and spilling the hot tea over the sides and onto his hands.
Swearing colorfully, he picked up the handset and answered, “Whoever this is, you just bloody well made me spill my tea.”
“So you’re out of bed, huh?” Julie’s voice replied.
‘I’m in for it now,’ he thought, his anger replaced by worry. “Please tell me Ronnie’s not standing there listening,” he begged.
“No, you’re safe,” she told him. “I just wanted to check up on you. How are you doing?”
“Well, I’m capable of cognitive thought.”
Back at the station the brunette raised an eyebrow and said, “Wow, there really is a first time for everything.”
“You’re taking advantage of my being under the weather,” she heard him complain.
“Alex, if I took advantage of you, you’d have a memorable time,” she replied in a sultry voice. There was a yelp at the other end of the phone. Wincing she said, “Spilled your tea again?”
“Yes!”
“Sorry,” she apologized. “Look the reason I called was to give you a heads up. Ronnie and I are going to be leaving here in a few minutes, and she’s in a bad mood.”
“What happened?”
“She had me describe the girl I saw in the vehicle to one of the sketch artist’s here at the station. When he was finished she took one look at the drawing and her face went all tense. You know the look I mean?”
Back in the living room of his house, Alex nodded. Obviously, the benefits of this morning’s therapeutic love session had just gone out the window. “Maybe you could take her out for a drink or two,” he suggested.
“I’ll do that. See you later.”
“Bye,” he replied and hung up. Immediately, the phone rang again. “Hello?” he said carefully, in case it was Veronica.
“Hey Captain Britain, I need your help,” cried a voice from the other end. Alex smiled. David Brinks was one of his oldest friends from junior high school, and was now a close business associate. Since graduating they had worked on a number of commercial real estate projects together. Currently, Dave was working on a project back on Long Island.
“Why? Did my Dad give you the bum’s rush because you criticized his blueprints?” Alex asked. “I warned you not to do that.”
“Nah, I love working with him. He’s great. He doesn’t talk all funny like you,” Dave laughed.
“Oye, I
Slowly he wrapped his hands around the hot cup, as if fearing the terrible cold would return. Naturally, he’d felt the underlying chill of the Morgue, just as he had when he was a child. But that intense wave of cold that hit when he touched those doors was something else entirely. And that wail. He trembled in spite of himself.
It was almost like what happened back at Harlequin House…
Suddenly, the phone rang making him jump and spilling the hot tea over the sides and onto his hands.
Swearing colorfully, he picked up the handset and answered, “Whoever this is, you just bloody well made me spill my tea.”
“So you’re out of bed, huh?” Julie’s voice replied.
‘I’m in for it now,’ he thought, his anger replaced by worry. “Please tell me Ronnie’s not standing there listening,” he begged.
“No, you’re safe,” she told him. “I just wanted to check up on you. How are you doing?”
“Well, I’m capable of cognitive thought.”
Back at the station the brunette raised an eyebrow and said, “Wow, there really is a first time for everything.”
“You’re taking advantage of my being under the weather,” she heard him complain.
“Alex, if I took advantage of you, you’d have a memorable time,” she replied in a sultry voice. There was a yelp at the other end of the phone. Wincing she said, “Spilled your tea again?”
“Yes!”
“Sorry,” she apologized. “Look the reason I called was to give you a heads up. Ronnie and I are going to be leaving here in a few minutes, and she’s in a bad mood.”
“What happened?”
“She had me describe the girl I saw in the vehicle to one of the sketch artist’s here at the station. When he was finished she took one look at the drawing and her face went all tense. You know the look I mean?”
Back in the living room of his house, Alex nodded. Obviously, the benefits of this morning’s therapeutic love session had just gone out the window. “Maybe you could take her out for a drink or two,” he suggested.
“I’ll do that. See you later.”
“Bye,” he replied and hung up. Immediately, the phone rang again. “Hello?” he said carefully, in case it was Veronica.
“Hey Captain Britain, I need your help,” cried a voice from the other end. Alex smiled. David Brinks was one of his oldest friends from junior high school, and was now a close business associate. Since graduating they had worked on a number of commercial real estate projects together. Currently, Dave was working on a project back on Long Island.
“Why? Did my Dad give you the bum’s rush because you criticized his blueprints?” Alex asked. “I warned you not to do that.”
“Nah, I love working with him. He’s great. He doesn’t talk all funny like you,” Dave laughed.
“Oye, I
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