“Sorry, he’s normally not as useless,” Mara said to Josey, smiling at her innocently. Linux huffed, picking back up the syringe and vial before extracting a tiny amount of clear liquid into the syringe. “Is it going to hurt him?” Josey asked. “No, he’ll barely even feel it. Now, the thing is, it has to be injected in his, um, bum. So can you reach down and try to loosen his belt for me?” Mara didn’t react, but Josey stared at him, unsure of what he had just asked. “Do what?” Linux cleared his throat, “I need his belt loosened so I can pull his pants down. The injection has to be done in his,” Linux pointed to a butt cheek, “I’m sorry.” Josey shook her head, “No, find another way! I’d rather stay like this than do, do THAT!” “Look, if I could do it, I would. I’m just asking you to loosen his belt. I’ll pull the pants down.” Josey shook her head, “No, even if you ARE pulling his pants, er, down, he will still be laying against me, but pant less!” Mara snickered and covered her
Tarrin was about to leave the bedroom, but thoughts on how he acted fighting off the wolf mutation in front of Josey made him think twice. It also helped that Linux spoke up, giving Tarrin a good excuse not to go down yet. “Before you go down to secure your pride, you need blood drawn. The mutation it’s getting stronger, Tarrin, and even though I may crack a joke here and there, it is dire. In the last five days, several things have happened I noticed that aren’t its normal pattern. The full moon is this weekend, now is the best time to get it under control. Besides, if you want to keep it from messing with your future love life, it’s best to teach it who the boss is.” Hearing the halfhearted seriousness in Linux’s voice, Tarrin nodded in agreement. “I shouldn’t see her right now anyway, so I’ll wait for you in the lab.” “Sounds good. Mara will be taking her back to the office anyway. When she leaves, I’ll be down,” Linux responded. Downstairs in the kitchen, Mara had whipped up
Looking at the number he didn’t recognize, Tarrin answered cautiously, “Hello?” “Ah, Mr. Stormway? This is Detective Ranier from the homicide division. I was asked to call you if I had any development in the case regarding Robert and May Hathens. Detective Ombre gave me your number. Are you available to meet today?” Tarrin shot Linux a questioning look, and his friend nodded. “Yeah, today will be fine.” “Good, I’m down at the precinct. Let’s do 2:30?” Tarrin nodded and answered into the phone, “That works.” Hanging up, Tarrin looked at the time. He had an hour to meet the detective. “Do me a favor, head over to my office, and keep an eye on Josey. I’ll have Mara take me.” “Awe, you never let me join in on the exciting stuff, and WHY do I have to keep an eye on your secretary? She can keep an eye on herself!” Tarrin finished pulling off the medical tape from the IV and replied, “Just do it. This is serious, if that homicide detective has anything useful in finding Bob and Ma
Josey felt sorry for Tarrin after hearing what happened between him and his ex, but she was relieved they were no longer together and also angry that someone could be so judgmental. “Kinda pisses you off, doesn’t it?” Linux’s question snapped Josey out of her thoughtful stare, and she nodded, “Yeah, it does. I mean, it’s not like he is bedridden or has some crazy disease. I kinda feel sorry for him.” Linux choked on his water and shook his head, “Oh, don’t let him hear you say you feel bad for him. I wasn’t kidding when I said he was touchy about it.” Josey nodded, “Okay, I won’t, sorry. But, at least he made something of himself and can do better.” Linux smiled, “Yes, yes he can. So, what do you think about him?” “Me? I think he’s okay as a human being. He is rough around the edges, rather bossy and pushy, and I know he does things to irritate me on purpose. Mr. Stormway can be arrogant and confusing too. Other than that, as I said, he’s okay,” she shrugged with her response an
After only a few mins passed, Mara came back into the detective’s office, and Tarrin glanced at her before continuing. “There was something out of sorts from what I recall when meeting Mr. Brightstone’s son before he died in an accident. I’m not usually untrusting, but he claimed Bob and May moved, never giving him the key and making him have to replace the locks to the place. He also had no forwarding address,” Tarrin explained, giving the detective only parts of what he actually knew, “My father was the one that said they couldn’t have moved when he spoke to them just a day prior to selling the place. They were expecting their godson to visit within the week. So they would have no reason to sell the place or just vanish.” “Do you know the name of their godson?” Tarrin shook his head honestly, “No, I don’t, but my father may know.” “I see, and because the autopsy report shows they died before being placed in the water, we are still investigating that,” said Mr. Ranier, the detect
Josey stared at the doors for however long it took for the elevator to reach the bottom floor. She debated testing the stairs, but what if the crazy lady was serious? Would anyone believe her? Is it worth spending one night in the office to not lose her job? “AHHHHhrgg!” Yelling in frustration, she headed back over to the desk, but then lightning hit, and the power went out. She quickly checked the phone, but there was no dial tone. Slamming it down, she murmured, “Great,” and searched her desk and lunch bag for a charger. There wasn’t one, so she thought of trying Tarrin’s office. But, unfortunately, it was pitch black in there, and she didn’t want to chance being accused of going through his things. Plopping down at the desk, she eyed her phone and tried turning it back on, but nothing. “Oh, why? Why do stupid things always have to happen? Why God, what did I do in a past life that you decided Josephine Parks would be born to make up for some stranger’s past mistakes?” Looking
The wind wasn’t giving up trying to reach her. Josey felt the chill deep inside as the coldness from the rain beat at her. “Think warm, Josephine, think tropical sunrises, warm sand,” she whispered to herself. “You won’t die, the storm will stop, and you can get help. Someone will help, right?” Panic raged inside her as a thousand scenarios played out in her head. Tears flowed more as thoughts of never seeing Emily or Cece again ran through her mind. She was starting to feel weak and nauseous from the worry. Opening her eyes, she tried peering through the rain for something, but there was nothing on the roof to help her. Terrace Pharmaceuticals stood alone along the skyline, so she couldn’t even manage to try to get to another roof if she wanted to. A few more minutes had passed, and she had given up. Laying down against the rise of the small hub of bricks that held her only exit, Josey closed her eyes and faced it. Pulling her knees tight to her chest, she wished it was a dre
“Emm, did you turn the heat up again? We’ll be on the streets with no heat if I can’t pay the bills,” Josey said sleepily, her eyes still closed. She couldn’t understand why the apartment was so warm. “Uh, no, you are just running a fever. Stay covered up,” Tarrin responded, clenching his teeth, worrying that Josey might wake up and freak out because she wasn’t in her bed. “What? What’s wrong with your voice?” Right after asking, Josey realized it wasn’t Emily speaking. Her eyes shot open, and she bolted up. Tarrin, Mara, and Linux were all staring at her. “This isn’t my apartment?” Mara shook her head, “Nope, you’ve been sleeping in Tarrin’s bed since last night.” Tarrin took a deep breath feeling thankful she seemed fine. He was exhausted even though he had fallen asleep on the covers next to her for a short while during the night. “You’re still sick and need to rest. So, I excused you for only today from work,” Tarrin said in his usual cocky tone. Josey felt embarrassed a