LOGIN“Are you alright? What’s wrong?” Lindsay asked. His response to seeing her and his tone of voice worried and confused her.“I’m fine; nothing is wrong. We have just been talking, and I realized a few things while we did. Sit down. We need to tell you something,” Wren told her, still holding her hand.John began after Lindsay had sat down, “Lindsay, I want to say that I am sorry to you for what I have done.” “Why are you sorry? You haven’t done anything to me that you need to apologize for,” Lindsay told him, a little confused. She glanced at Wren and saw his gaze shift from her to the floor as soon as she looked at him. “What exactly is going on? I almost feel like this is an intervention, but since my only bad habits are orange soda and chocolate, I’m pretty sure that is not what is happening.”“I have been studying you. I wanted to know why you have the connections you do with what has been happening. I am sorry,” John blurted out.“Why are you sorry? I want to know that, too. Why
“That, in a way, is a funny story. For some reason, as soon as you walk into that building today, you have this overpowering sense of doom. Everyone gets the feeling that something is about to happen once in a while, but today, in that building, it is magnified a hundred times. You can feel your skin tighten, preparing for something that is about to happen as soon as you walk inside. Randy is there taking some readings to see if he can find out the cause,” Wren explained.“If it were only Lindsay that had that feeling, I would say be prepared for something, but if it is happening to everyone, it must be some sort of external influence,” John told him.“That was her thought when she called me. I thought maybe it was just her, and the storms were causing something, but when I walked in, I felt it. It was like walking into a wall. It was rather disconcerting now that I think about it,” Wren said.“How often does Lindsay have that feeling? Like something is going to happen,” John asked.“
John had lost track of time and was startled by the sound of the teakettle whistling on the stove. He had been thinking about how much Wren reminded him of his first son. It was not in his appearance, yet for some reason, John always thought of Lukas. It was the little things, like how Wren laughed and his kindness. He wondered what his son would have been like if he had lived to be Wren’s age. He felt a sudden pang of sadness and hoped that what he had done would not make him lose Wren as well.As he set the kettle on the counter, the doorbell rang. When he walked to the front door and opened it, he was greeted by Wren, who was smiling at him.“Come in, my boy. You look like you are soaked. What weather we are having for this time of year,” John said as he ushered Wren into the sitting room and took his coat. “Have a seat by the fire. Let me take care of the kettle so you can have some hot tea and warm yourself a little.”Wren watched him hurry toward the kitchen as he sat down by th
John Lingerfelt was in his sitting room. He was in his favorite chair, watching the fire in the fireplace, sipping on his cup of tea. The storm raging overhead was filled with lightning, and his house was shaking with every clap of thunder. He looked out the window in time to see a bolt of lightning cut through the sky. He had been thinking about his friend Agent Wren Gold for most of the morning. John and Wren had worked together for years on various assignments before Wren had been transferred to the military base in Missouri. They had first met many years ago in Montana when there had been an incident that they were both called to investigate. Wren had been stationed at the base when a situation arose, and John had been sent in to capture and contain whatever was causing the problems. They had become fast friends, and John had been thrilled when Wren finally agreed to relocate to Missouri, eventually taking over when John retired.Now was the only time he had ever wished that Wre
“Actually, there are a couple of things. The first is that your big friend is almost ready to go back home. I wanted to tell you before we released him. Are you sure that you want to have him near the house? We can put him somewhere else. I can even make arrangements for him to go to a different state, which might not be a bad idea, all things considered,” Wren told her.“Don’t do that. I have thought about it a lot, and I want him near the house. We may never know why it happened, but his family has rejected him. He found me when he needed help. I want to give him the help he needs for as long as he needs it,” Lindsay told him.Wren smiled at her, and his tone changed as he said, “I have to say, you still amaze me sometimes. After everything you have been through and are still going through because of him and the others like him, you still have more compassion than anyone I have ever met.”“He isn’t human, yet he has shown compassion for me. He has never done anything to me but prote
Lindsay picked up the folder on her desk and opened it to find Annie had seen the same sizeable dog-like creature that Yuri had seen days earlier. She had been sent to a call about cattle on the road. When she arrived, she found the fence broken and saw the dog-like creature standing in the road. As soon as she had stopped the car, it ran into the nearby woods. She was able to contact the owners of the cattle and stayed with them while they fixed the fence and got the animals put back into the pasture. She then left the area without seeing the creature again.“Here you go, Lindsay,” Little Bob said as he set her cup on her desk.“Bob, did anyone say anything to you about the call Annie had last night?”“No. Why? Is something wrong?” Little Bob asked.“She saw the same dog thing Yuri saw a few nights ago. This time, it looks like it may have run some cattle through a fence and onto the road,” Lindsay told him, leaning back in her chair and taking a sip of the coffee he had brought her.
They got into their patrol cars and began to drive to the address they were given. Even though it was only a few minutes out of town, it was in a very isolated area. It was the only home in a half-mile radius. It was a simple farmhouse that sat off the gravel road. When they turned down the drivewa
Lindsay had gotten to the office early and had begun reviewing the reports Cat had left on her desk. Most of the reports were regular calls, but at least one per shift was odd. In the days she had been out of the office, there were three calls about ghosts or poltergeist activity, four unknown anim
Lindsay took the tablet and began to scan the files from the camera memory card to find the correct ones. She found it and started to watch. Everything seemed to be perfectly normal for being on patrol at 3 a.m. in the middle of nowhere. She had just reached the time stamp 03:12 in the clip when sh
Wren drove Dillon to school and then went shopping to stock up on the junk food he had promised Lindsay before she ever woke up. He found her favorite pizza, ice cream, chips, orange soda, and everything needed to make loaded nachos. Wren loved doing stuff like that for her and Dillon. He hoped tha