The Angel
By
Michelle Naylor
Part 6
He was left alone long enough on his drive to the office to think about whether or not he had finally taken a big leap off the deep end.
A job like his had driven lesser men into insanity before; he always figured it would just be a matter of time.
If not for the presence of his associates…no, his friends… he would have lost his mind long ago.
Was that what had happened? Had loosing Chris been the final straw that broke his already fragile hold on sanity?
Ezra pulled into his normal parking space and turned off the jag's engine. He sat there for a minute, considering just leaving and driving himself to the nearest phyciatric ward.
No, that wouldn't do. He hated the medical establishment in all its guises. If he truly thought himself crazy he would simply cut his loses and find the nearest cliff to drive over.
"I wouldn't do that if I where you."
He didn't scream at the sudden voice this time; he just raised his tired green eyes to her. "Must you read my mind?"
His angel shrugged. "Easiest way to find out what you're really feeling."
"Lovely," he said, getting out of his car. He pushed the button on his key chain to lock the doors and set the alarm. He needn't worry about holding the passenger door for her, for she was beside him as soon as he turned around. "So tell me something, why can't you communicate telepathically? Is that not how it's supposed to work?"
"I can." She said, pressing the elevator button for him. "If you would just open up your mind enough to hear me."
The door slid open and the two of them stepped inside. Ezra took note that Sirena's image did not reflect in the mirrored walls of the elevator car.
"Am I the only one who can see you?" He looked very stupid, he thought, asking the question while standing next to a woman who had no reflection.
"At the time, yes." She laughed at his mumbled 'Great'. "Don't worry, I won't make you look any crazier then your friends already think you are."
"That's nice to know." The elevator had reached the seventh floor, and Ezra was about to walk out as the door opened when a large figure blocked his way.
"You're late, Ezra. Again. I told you to be here early today."
The voice was one he knew well; the tone was one of dangerous anger.
Ezra felt the world around him start to sway as he looked up into Chris Larabee's dark green eyes.
He saw those eyes soften into concern as they looked back at him.
"Ezra?"
It was the last sound he heard before everything went blank.