I was laying in my cell the blood still flowing from my busted lip and my right eye was completely sealed up. I felt around my waist and winced a little around my ribs and my head fell back into my pillow. Very slowly, I sat up in my bed, pulled the pillow sheet, with a little persuasion tore it at the seams, wrapped it around my chest, and tied it tight.
As I was finishing I heard several electric sparks concealed next to my desk and a hand on my ribs I walked over and sat down. Making sure there wasn't someone at my door I took the wire out as the message came again.
"Alex are you ok? Are you hurt badly?"
Taking the wire, I tapped in Morse Code. "Yes I'm fine just a few bruised ribs a sealed eye and a busted lip but I'll live."
After a moment. That's go. . . ," started then stopped suddenly.
I frowned and started to inquire when. "ALEX QUICK HIDE THE WIRE THEY'RE COMING!" came the quick words.
As fast as I could I hid the wire and was just getting onto my bed when the door was thrown open. Before I could utter a sound three men in suits jumped on me and covered my mouth with tape. I struggled b best I could as they pinned me down and as I struggled against them until a man with oiled sweptback hair came in.
I struggled harder as he smiled at me. "You have been a very bad boy," he mutters as he drew from his pocket a glass medical bottle and a syringe.
My screams were muffle by both hand and tape as he filled the syringe with a clear liquid and squired out a little. I struggled harder than ever as he approached me and they held my arm out. The needle came closer and closer.
I sat up in quicker than lightning in my bed as I woke from the nightmare my body covered in sweet and the sheets a tangled mess from my tossing and turning. After sliding my legs from under the covers, I pulled my DSA Player out from under my bed, plopped it on my lap, and opened it. After picking out the right DSA, I slid it in and started it.
ALEX
1/01/86
FOR CENTERE USE ONLY
The screen showed my past self was standing alone in a deserted room moving a little fidgety, as he looked left and right. Then suddenly a door opened and he spun around. In stepped the man from my nightmare and a cigarette flared as he brought it to his mouth.
When the man brought it, away he blew the smoke in my face and I coughed. "Hello Alex my name is Dr. Reins I'll be taken care of you from now on," he said.
I looked at him. "Why where is my regular Watcher?" I asked.
Reins frowned. "What?" he asked.
My eyes shifted left and right. "Where's Sydney?" he asked.
Reins blew more smoke into his face. "He died in a car accident yesterday," he said.
I took a step back. "He's dead?" he muttered and Reins nodded.
Suddenly there came a knock at my door and I looked up as I quickly closed the lid. I slid it back under my bed and took off my shirt well-toned muscles gleaming in the rising sun and he stood up.
"Come in," I called.
The door opened and a woman with long black hair and blue eyes came in. She froze at the sight of him her eyes traveling up and down.
My eyes arched his eyebrows leaning forward. "Is there something you wanted me for?" I asked, smiling.
"Alex… eh… the morning… whew… round up," she said, running her fingers through her hair face redder than the rising sun.
I smiled at her. "Thanks Joanna I'll be out in a few minutes," I said, and she nodded and after taking one last look quickly left.
He chuckled distractions works every time to avoid questions that just popped up I thought as I slipped his shirt back on and went to his dresser.
Less than five minutes later I walked out of my room and into the clear mountain air his heeled boots clicking on the wooden floor. I slipped on his black western hat and sunglasses and started down past the giant log lodge. In front of the lodge was a small series of stone steps that was surrounded by a small cluster of green grass.
Hanging from the porch that stretched around the corner of the building that elevated on stilts that went with the slope of the mountain roof was a series of bird feeders that hummingbirds were buzzing around. On the same side as the lodge surrounded by a stonewall was a basketball and tennis court. On the other side was a swimming pool and hot tub with a slid swerving into the pool.
I smiled as the lodge and the surrounding cabins blended in with the mountain forest. I looked down at the valley the morning mist still covering the ground and I started walking down the dirt road. When I reached a standing flat metal statue of a cowgirl stood next to the road I turned off the road and down a small path.
I dropped down onto a small boulder before dropping onto the dirt path and passed a tree on his right. After dropping down onto a couple more boulders I landed onto the dirt road and I looked a couple low-slung buildings and fenced corals that marked the stables. I tipped my hat as a couple wranglers nodded and waved at me and Joanna smiled.
As I was saddling up my horse one of the Wranglers with black hair and beard came up to him. "So you're the new Wrangler?" he asked.
I nodded and extended his hand. "Alex Wayne," I said, and the Wrangler shook it.
"Damon Scott, did you say that your last name is Wayne?" he said, arching his eyebrows.
I smiled and tightened the girth of his saddle. "No relation," I muttered.
Damon smiled. "Well I hear you're a pretty good rider but I'll see for myself once we get out there and get the horses but we better get ready before old man McCoy gets here," he said, and walked away to a man about the same height with a clean shaven face.
When me and the other wranglers were mounted up, they gathered around the fence as one of the owners came up. He was a tall elderly man wearing a white Stetson hat. His upper lip and silver mustache curved up into a smile as he looked at them then mounted his horse.
"Well morning all now before we set off this morning I'd like to take this moment to welcome the new wrangler Alex Wayne," he said.
I dipped his hat as everyone said; their 'hellos' and I shook a few hands.
When there was quite again McCoy looked at the men his horse fidgeting. "Now let's all get out there we got some horses to round up," he said, the whipped his horse around and spurred him into trot the rest of the group quickly followed suit.
Once they were out in the open ground, they spurred their horses into a gallop and they spread out into groups. I was yelping some with Damon and his friend near the river that was close to the mountain a group six horses. I was handling a few mares with Damon when a horse's scream sounded and mine and Damon's heads whipped around.
Damon's friend fell from his horse after it was spooked and reared by the rearing of one of the horses. Damon and me whipped our horses around and I detached my lasso from my saddle. I tore after the horse that had spooked Damon friends and I started twirling it over my head.
I rode next to the horse and once in position let the lasso fly toward its target. It sailed through the air still twirling slightly before looping around the horse's neck. Looping the rope around the saddle horn and pulled my horse to a stop, the horse on the other end stopped and whipped around, and I slid off my horse grabbing a hold of the rope.
The horse reared up a couple times as I spoke to it with a soothing voice and I slowly approached. The horse gave one last rear before calming down enough for me to put a hand on its neck patting it softly. I let out a puff of air as I let the horse smell my neck before climbing back onto my horse and riding back to Damon and his friend.
Damon looked from his friend after helping him back onto his horse and waved and I nodded. I rode close to the two and after taking the rope in hand and securing it to a boulder and I dismounted.
"He ok?" I asked.
"Yeah he'll be fine nothing a good bath and a new pride won't cure," Damon said.
Damon stood a hand on his hip as I looked over his friend. "Man you can ride! Where'd you learn?" he asked.
"Fort Worth," I answered.
"The Stalk Yards?" Damon asked.
"The Carousel," I answered and Damon roared with laughter.
Half an hour later, everyone was assembled back at the corral and the horses rounded up with me still leading the horse with the rope. Once inside I brought the horse close, removed the lasso before riding out of the pen, and joined the others. As I dismounted, McCoy came close.
"Did old Zorro give you any trouble out there?" he asked.
I looked at him and shook his head. "Nothing we couldn't handle sir," I said.
McCoy nodded and patted my shoulder. "Come we'd better get back up for breakfast the guests should be up by now," he said, and some of the wranglers nodded and we started up the path.
When they reached the main lodge I froze at the sight of a woman with long blond hair and a black western hat her back to him. She was in a wheel chair that she was wheeling up a ramp to the porch. As I looked at her other wranglers passed by me some in conversation.
I opened my denim jacket, pulled out my latest black notebook, and opened it to the first page. I unfolded the cut out newspaper, it showed a picture of the woman standing with McCoy and his wife who had shot grey hair, and like the woman, she was a head shorter than her husband. On the woman's left side was a man a head taller than her and like McCoy, he wore a white Stetson hat. In front of the group was three children lined up by age which was made up of two girls with the youngest child being a boy with the river I had been at earlier in the background with them all wearing western clothing.
Above the picture was a bold headline.
CAR ACCIDENT LEAVES SON IN A COMA
FAULTED MOTHER MAY NEVER WALK AGAIN
I looked up from the article at the woman again and sighed as I watched her reach the top of the porch and look at the two girls from the photo come out of the lodge. They smiled at her and started for her. But she backed her chair up, they stopped and their smiles vanishing then after a moment the girls went back inside and a moment after they disappeared the woman wheeled herself in.
I sighed as I closed his notebook and tucked it away as I climbed the steps to the porch and walked inside. The lodge was comprised mainly of one giant open space with a huge old stone fireplace in The Centere. In front of the fireplace were two sofas, a lounge chair, a coffee table, and few smaller tables with laps.
There was a line of chairs running along the wall to his left along with some being dotted here and there. Along the wall were various antique western items along with a saddle under the arch that separated the lounge from the dining room.
He walked by the lounge, a study, and the store to his right before reaching the dining hall. I smiled and nodded to a few guests as I slipped his hat off and walked over to join the McCoy's table. I slipped his hat on the horseshoe hat holder and took his seat and old man McCoy looked at him.
"Well Alex quite a first day so far and I don't think you met the rest of the family. This is my wife Marry, my son Adam, and my granddaughters Megan and Susan," he said, and I nodded as they waited for the food to be brought out.
I nodded as the door to the kitchen swung open and some of the other people came out. I took the opportunity to look over at the woman in the wheelchair who was sitting at a table to herself.
"That's my wife Kara," he heard Adam say sadly behind him.
I turned to look at him, the McCoy's look uncomfortable, and some averted their eyes.
"Why isn't she sitting over here?" I asked.
Adam lowered his gaze. "She…," he started then stood up to get some food.
McCoy watched his son go then turned to his granddaughters. "Hey why don't you get some eggs and pancakes ok," he said, and they nodded and quickly left.
I looked at them and leaned forward on the table. "Was it something I said?" I asked.
McCoy shook his head. "No it's just been hard on all of us," he said, and took a deep breath.
"You see a couple weeks ago she and my grandson James were in a car accident. The tire blew, the car rolled, and the gas tank exploded soon after. When help came, she was found not far from the car and James closer to it.
She blames herself for what happened and has refused any and all treatment for her to walk again. She hasn't gone to see James in the hospital and she won't talk to any of us," he said.
I nodded and looked back at her before getting up to get his breakfast from the buffet. When breakfast was over, I went back down to the stables to get his horse and rode it back up to the lodge where the guests were gathered.
He smiled at them, dismounted, and faced them. "Hello everyone my name Alex Wayne no relation to the Duke and I'll be your wrangler this week," I said, and a few people laughed.
At the end of the day, I was in the main lodge pouring himself some coffee when McCoy came up. "Alex the fridge in the kitchen isn't working right it needs a new part do mind going into town to get it?" he asked.
I nodded. "Yeah sure I'll go," I said, and McCoy smiled and nodded then turned to leave.
When he was out of the room, I reached inside his pocket and pulled out the missing piece.
He lightly tossed it up and caught it. "Sorry McCoy," muttered then finished his coffee.
The Centere
Miss Parker walked into her office after just returning from Jarod's last lair her heels clicking on the floor and she placed a few files on it. She walked behind her desk and fell into her chair sighing deeply as she ran her fingers through her hair. Just as she was starting to relax, her intercom buzzed.
She groaned lightly, reached over to her phone, and pressed the speaker. "What," she snapped.
"Miss Parker your presence is required up in The Tower"
"Now?" she asked, agitated.
"Now," answered the voice and the line was cut.
She hung up the phone and stood back up smoothing out her suit then walked out of her office. The lobby was buzz of activity and she stopped when she noticed Lyle stepping out of the elevator.
Frowning she thought where has he been off to for the past year first it was that old sweeper Daniels now him before she pressed the button for The Tower Elevator.
She suddenly got a headache, she pressed her hand to her temple, and when it wouldn't subside, she realized what it was. When the doors opened, she stepped inside and waited for the doors to close before closing her eyes in concentration. She listened to the voices as the elevator went smoothly up.
She opened her eyes. "'the past returning' what does that mean?" she muttered then the doors slid open.
She walked down the hall to a pair of double doors, which she opened to her father's office. She heard the water running in the private bathrooms so she walked over to the desk and ran her hands over it then stopped looking at the bunny paperweight. She smiled lightly remembering when she gave it to her father.
"Aw Angel, I remember when you gave me that"
Her eyes went wide and she whipped around. "Daddy?" she said, shocked.
His mustache twitched as he smiled at her. His white hair wrapped around his slightly baldhead that shined slightly in the sunlight.
"Aw good times, good times," he said, taking the paperweight from her and looking at it as he walked around the desk.
She watched him walk around his desk and sit down mouth wide open and he smiled at her. "Why Angel you look like you seen a ghost," he said.
She let out a puff of air. "Well considering the last time I saw you was you jumping out of a plane with the scrolls I'm surprised that you're surprised," she said.
He laughed a little. "A little ruse to throw the Triumvirate off our tails," he said.
She half-heartedly cocked a smile. "A 'ruse'?" she demanded.
He nodded heartily and she gapped. "And what about…," she started but they words stopped in her throat.
His smile faltered. "Yes about that," he said, and he stood up again and walked around to sit on the edge of his desk.
He fidgeted around uncomfortably and she arched her eyebrows. "Well," she snapped.
He smiled. "Well I knew ever since that Alex spilled that lie I knowing you had a few files falsified," he said, and smiled.
She took a step back. "'Falsified documents'?" she gapped out.
He nodded. "Yes well you couldn't have been seen at your peak or else they might have killed us," he said.
She chuckled turning her back to him. "And the scrolls?" she asked.
She heard him chuckle behind her. "Aw those might as well use them for toilet paper," he said, and she whipped around.
"They weren't real?"
He shook his head. "No the real scrolls are still locked away in a secure location but enough with past events. I have decided that more drastic measures must be taken to recapture Jarod," he said.
She frowned. "What kind of actions?" she asked.
He smiled and leaned over and pressed a button on his phone. "Send him in," he said.
Her eyes went wide when she heard a squeaking noise behind then the door opening. She slowly turned and watched as Reins walked his air tank as always at his side. She breathed deeply as she tried to control her anger.
Colorado
I tapped my fingers to the beat of the song I Wanna Fall in Love as I drove the McCoy family truck to town. I was humming along with the song when I pulled into the general store and café then climbed out of the truck.
Maybe it's the pretend but I'm starting to like this kind of music besides she has a nice voice I thought as I slipped my hat on.
My eyes scanned the area uncontrollably before I stepped inside the store and a couple people turned to look at me. I smiled and dipped my hat to them then headed for the store counter.
I put my hands down on it, the store clerk came up, and she smiled. "Hey
there what can I do for you?" she asked.
I smiled at her. "Hi I'm the new wrangler at the guest ranch I'm here to pick up a part that was put on hold for us," I said.
She smiled and nodded. "Yes I remember I put it in the back I'll be right back," she said, then turned and walked out the back door.
I turned around and leaned against the counter watching the people around me then out of the corner of my eye I saw a man in a county police uniform start come up to me. I turned to face him looking at my reflection in his aviators. He looked at me for a moment then slipped them off.
"Hi I'm Sheriff Hopkins you must be the new wrangler at the guest ranch?" he said, and extended his hand.
I nodded and took it taking note of the skull tattoo with a knife going into the top of the skull and going out under the jaw. His powerful muscles flexed as we shook hands.
"Alex Wayne," I said.
He chuckled. "Wayne as in John Wayne?"
I shook my head. "No relation to the Duke and don't tell me any jokes about him I've heard them all," I said.
Just then, the girl came back from the back from the back room charring a small wrapped package. "Here you go sir and give Kara our best," she said, and handed me the package.
I nodded and took it. "Will do," I said, and started out the door with the sheriff next to me.
As he slipped his aviators, back on I saw a sad glint in his eye. "Something wrong sheriff?" I asked.
He turned to look at me. "It's just that I can't believe that some people still believe in that woman," he said.
I frowned. "Sounds like you already have her condemned."
He looked at me and slipped his hat on. "Look I loved her like she was a sister but the facts can't be denied. She crashed her truck and almost got her boy killed and now she has to live with it," he said.
I nodded. "Perhaps," I said.
He smiled and extended his hand again. "Well I guess I'll be seeing you at the annual poker game tonight," he said, then turned got into his jeep cruiser and drove away.
"I'll see you tonight," I muttered as the dust from his vehicle drifted down.
I followed him with my eyes then dropped the package in the front seat and looked after him before my eyes turned to look at the sheriff's office. My eyes darted off to the side before darting back to the sheriff's office and I smiled.
Ten Minutes Later
I walked into the sheriff's office wearing a new suit and glasses courtesy of Centere Funds.
Man I must look like the world's biggest geek and man do I hate ties I thought as I adjusted my tie.
The wooden floor thumped slightly under my boots and I looked around the whitewashed walls. To my right a section of wall had been cut away with a glass-sliding window behind it was a woman inn a wheelie chair with her back to me and on the counter was a radio. On the walls were posters that showed Buster McRuff Roller, D.A.R.E and other similar themes.
"Hello there Sheriff Hopkins?" I called out in a perfect Texas accent.
"He had to go to Colorado Springs he won't be back until the end of the day," said, the woman her back still to me.
"Well then maybe you can help me," I said.
I heard heave a big sigh then turned around in her chair and looked at me here eyes going up and down.
"What can I do you for?" she asked.
I smiled and reached inside my inside pocket and pulled out a business card and I took note of an assault rifle in a glass case. "Hey there missy my name is Earl Braxton, Internal Revenue Service we need to verify a few of things," I said, and she slid back the window and took it.
Five minutes later after thanking the secretary, I walked out of the sheriff's office the right files under my arm. I undid my tie as I walked down the road towards the truck and then put the files into the truck and grabbed the clothes I was wearing before and ducked out of sight. A few minutes later, I came out the new clothes over my arm and I stuffed them into the trash then started for the driver side door then froze.
Oh yeah I almost forgot I thought then pulled off the glasses and tossed them over my shoulder.
I heard them ring in the trash bin behind me as I opened the car door and climbed in.
Two points I thought as I turned over the ignition and started off.
On my way, back I made a slight detour from the ranch taking the route that Kara took. When I arrived at the scene, I pulled the truck off to the side and climbed out taking in the scene.
It was an old dirt road that had the forest on either side with a small ditch running along the right side with a small stream of water in it. I examined the area where the ground was charred and the nearby tree.
"Alex?"
I turned and saw Joanna on her horse come out of the trees. "Hi Joanna what are you doing here?" I asked, as she rode closer.
"I could ask you the same thing," she said, and dismounted.
"Just imagining what it must have been like for Kara," I said, then walked back and climbed back in to the truck.
I gripped the wheel and I heard the echo of a child's laughter. "They were joking around and singing to a song on the radio. Suddenly the wheel jerks and the sound of a tire exploding sounds inn her ears," I said, as my breathing came faster and Joanna watched me.
"The truck weaves left and right… I can't control it… THE TREE!" I said, as I weaved the wheel left and right until pulling it hard to the right.
I climb out of the truck and walk over to a section near the edge where Joanna and her horse was. "I can barely stay awake. My back itches it may be broken. I look up.
To my right the truck is completely turned over and just in front of me, James is lying on his chest, he's not moving. Suddenly gas starts leaking from the tank and starts seeping toward James. Fighting the pain I pull myself forward until I reach him that's when the gas is ignited.
The fire spreads quickly. Some come onto my shirt. My backs on fire as I pull James to safety. He's safe.
I'M BURNING HELP! I yell as I roll over trying to put out the flames," I said, as I moved with the scene.
My breathing was coming in great gasps as I stood and I turn to look at Joanna's stare. "What was all that?" she asked.
I shrugged. "Just trying to get into her head best not to mention it to anyone," I said, then climbed back into the truck and started the engine.
She nodded. "Right," she muttered.
"Anyway I got to get back to the ranch to deliver this part," I said.
"Oh guess you left to soon," she said, mounting her horse.
I looked at her frowning. "Why?" I asked
She shrugged. "The fridge just suddenly started working again so I guess you didn't have to go into town anyway. So see you back at the ranch," she said, then turned her horse around and rode into the woods.
I smiled after her gee I wonder who that could have happened I thought and stared off for the ranch.
The Centere a Few Hours Later
Mr. Lyle passed back and forth in frustration the memory of California still fresh in his mind. After a moment, he slammed Alex's last notebook down hard on his desk just as his phone rang. He nodded toward his technicians before pressing the speaker.
"What," he snapped.
"Now, now Mr. Lyle temper you should try mediation or acupuncture," Alex said.
"I'll take it under consideration," Mr. Lyle muttered as the tracer wined down.
"This isn't about that strip search in California is it?" Alex asked, with a hint of laughter.
Lyle gritted his teeth in remembering. "I'll take it from your silence it's still fresh in your mind," Alex said.
Lyle's teeth was fully bared at this time, he glanced at the tracer monitor, and he smiled when he saw the tracer only needed a few seconds.
"Oh can you hold on a second?" Alex muttered and Lyle heard movement.
A second later, some of his technicians yelped in surprise, tore off their earphones, and began massaging their ears. Lyle frowned as he heard a loud screeching noise come out of them.
"Like I told your predecessors Lyle I discovered Radio Shack about a week after I escaped oh by the way you might want to look at the tracer monitor. And that package I sent you should be there by now," Alex said, then hung up.
Lyle looked at it and saw that fist it was showing him in Italy, then Japan, then Brazil, then…
Breathing like a rapid bull Lyle shuffled through his mail until he came to a large manila envelope with Alex's handwriting on it. He ripped open the top and pulled out what was inside. When he saw what it was, he gripped so hard his fingers, turned white then he looked at the technicians and saw that they were trying very hard not to laugh.
Eyes wide he turned over the paper and he stared furious that it was printed on both sides.
He looked up at the technicians, in half a second his gun was drawn, and they quickly froze. "One word of this and I redecorate in brain matter grey," he muttered.
"AAAAARRRRAGGGH!" Lyle roared in frustration crumpled the paper threw it in to the bin and stormed out slamming the door behind him.
The technicians started to giggle like crazy then froze as still as statues as shadow moved. From the shadow emerged Miss Parker who bore a toothy grin and after flashing her smile at them then walked over to the bin, plucked the paper out of the bin, and unrumpled it. She started to laugh as she looked at a photo of Lyle being strip searched by Navy MPs.
This I'm framing Jarod you do have style I'll give you that she thought.
Then folded the paper and started to walk out of the office when she caught sight of the notebook. She frowned slightly and picked it up.
Jarod's notebooks are red this one is black she thought.
She started walking out of the office. "Ah Miss…," and technician started then froze at the look on her face.
She walked out of the office and quickly as she could without looking inconspicuous into the sub-level elevator. Once the doors closed, she opened the notebook and looked the news clipping dated last week. Suddenly her head felt like it was splitting open the pain was so intense that she fell to one knee and the notebook slipped from her grasp.
This… isn't… the voices… this… is… something else she barely managed the think as she groaned in agony.
In front of her, the doors slid open. "Well send Debbie my… MISS PARKER!" she heard a voice say and strong comforting hands took her by the upper arms.
"Sydney…," she muttered before losing concusses.
Colorado
I sat in a backwards chair in my room an arm resting on the head and my elbow resting on my wrist tapping a finger to my cheek. The contents of the file covering my bed with the covers pulled back.
Sydney the answer is right there in front of me I may have the piece that can bring this all into focus help me I thought.
My eyes darted to the side of the bed to my DSA player then leaned over and pulled it out. I spun around on the chair, laid the player on the table, and opened it and running a finger over the DSAs picked the right one. I slid it into the slot and started it, the screen came to life, and I held my chin between my thumb and index finger.
ALEX
08/04/1985
FOR CENTERE USE ONLY
I was sitting in a large room cross-legged Sydney in front of me with a projection of a murder scene on the wall. My eyes kept darting to the right where two people stood in the shadows.
"Alex pay attention," Sydney said, and my eyes snapped forward.
Sydney looked at the people in the shadows before looking at me again. "Now this is a scene from a string of serial murders. The police and FBI have exhausted all avenues maybe a new set of eyes will bring new evidence to light," he said, stepping off to the side.
I leaned forward my eyes scanning the entire scene then examined the files in front of me.
After a moment, I looked back up at the projection in frustration. "I can't figure it out Sydney," I said, in frustration.
"Think Alex remember what you told me," He said.
I looked at him and nodded then closed my eyes taking a deep breath then looked at the scene examining it more closely.
"Enhance grid four eighteen," I said, and as the area above the body where a window was situated was zoomed in on, I looked at the file again.
"What is it Alex?" Sydney asked.
After checking something over I looked back up at the image in front of me then down at the appear in my hand and smiled.
"Got him," I said, in triumph and held out the paper to Sydney who walked over and took it.
"Reason they can't find him is because he's right in front of them Sydney what the police didn't know is that part of his MO is that he cuts the power to the area that he kills people at. Then he turns back on the power and resets the clock at the scene and there's only one person who's alibi that can be affected by this and has access to the power company," I said, as Sydney looked over the paper.
After a moment, he smiled down at me. "Well done Alex we'll notify the authorities at once," he said, and walked away.
I looked back at the people in the shadows and smiled when one gave a nod and thumbs up that stuck out in the light.
I froze the DSA. "Of course," I muttered then whipped around and started shuffling through some papers until I found the right one.
After quickly scanning it, I tapped a section with my finger she was coming back from the mechanics after getting her truck a complete work over. Including four brand new tires, I thought then turned at the sound of a knock at my door.
I put the paper down on the bed and pulled the covers over them. "Come in," I said.
Joanna poked her head in. "Alex come on the Card game is about start," she said.
I grabbed my denim jacket. "Right behind you," I said, and followed her.
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