Chapter 14
I sipped on tea while we watched TV. Monroe turned it over to the KGW nightly news. It was most of the same, a murder here and a theft there. A collection of Japanese art and artifacts were stolen this morning. They were being escorted to the Oregon Historical Society for their sister city exhibit that was supposed to open next week. The Multnomah County Sheriff, who was personally escorting the collection, made a statement about justice, finding the culprits, and the usual things typically said by authorities after a robbery. Having this one occur while authorities were there had to be a slap in the face, though.
Other news today consisted of a heroic dog that had saved his owner from a burning building, a grateful woman's shelter who had received an anonymous donation of $150,000, and a string of car jackings in the Alberta district.
Fred Eberhart's photo flashed up on the screen. The news anchor reported his death and what police had determined was an attempted arson gone wrong. They mentioned he was the leading suspect in the previous arson case, and DNA had proved he was the arsonist who had killed two people earlier this week. Ariel wasn't mentioned. No talks of dragons or damsels in distress, either. I held my head where I'd been bludgeoned. Thank goodness they both weren't around anymore. I thought back to Juliette. Now she was a surprise with that right hook. I liked her moxy.
My cell buzzed, and I pulled it from my pocket. It was a text from Pete.
Jack is still asking Q's. I'm trying my best, but he's convinced what he
saw was real. Your BF messed w/ his head. You really should've called me when you were single, Née. ;-) I'll keep working!
I shook my head and deleted the text. Jack just needed to forget about everything, and Pete needed to stop talking about us like that.
"Things okay?" Monroe asked as I put down the phone.
"Jack is still questioning everything," I said with a sigh. I didn't mention the other part.
"That guy is one annoying human. Do you know how many people see something like us… like that every day? It happens more than you think." He corrected himself on separating, and I smiled at him as I squeezed his hand. Maybe he was right. He usually was. "Granted most of them are in loony bins because of it… but... you know." Monroe shrugged.
My thoughts went back to Kathy Ellis, who in high school had seen one of the Kalt brothers as an Eisbar. Maybe they would have to check Jack into a padded white room, too. It might be the best solution if… I held my wounded head. No, I definitely didn't need any more bad Karma. I silently wished Jack well and that Pete would figure out something to fix this mess for me.
A/N: Jack is still making trouble in Louisville. Roh-oh.