Chapter 9: Lie
Summary: Xander Collins pays a visit to a relative of Dakota's.
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The lace curtains floated as the soft wind breathed into the room. Miss Angelina Strossburn sat in her old wicker chair reading her Bible. She glanced out the window at the night sky. The stars winked at her and she smiled. Her fire threw shadows on the walls from porcelain figurines and furniture.
Oh Lord, she prayed. Please be with Dakota. I don't know where that boy is, but I know he's in trouble somehow.
She smoothed the crinkled pages and sighed.
I hope that young man who came looking for him doesn't find him, she thought. She hadn't liked the way he tried to sweet talk her, and hated to lie, but there was something just a bit off about him.
As the curtains floated down again, a figure suddenly appeared.
A young man, very tall and well built stood in front of the window. His cold green eyes froze Miss Stossburn's heart as they turned to her.
"What are you doing in my house, Mr. Collins?" She asked putting her book down on the bed.
"You lied to me, Miss Strossburn, about Dakota's whereabouts." He faced her completely. "I hate liars."
"I think you should go home, young man." She stood and picked up her walking stick.
He moved closer.
She took a swing and clocked him in the head.
He grabbed the stick away and threw it out the window.
"I'm going to give you one last chance." He took a hold of her wrists. "Where is he?"
"Why do you want to know so badly?" She asked.
"Just tell me where he is!"
"I don't know, I don't know!"
"You're lying." He paused and reached for her face. "That's too bad."
