LOGINLandry“Landry, why are you unpacking? We’ll be leaving soon. This is a complete boondoggle. You know, just once, I’d like some magic fingers in my motel room,” James announced as she strode into my room. “And why are we surveilling some teenager?” James asked as she lounged on one of the beds.I responded as I unpacked my suitcase and toiletries. “Come on. You saw the video. That girl survived an exploding tornado. And magic fingers? What is this, 1970 at the local pay-and-romp hotel?”She stuck out her tongue at me, and I laughed. James wasn’t being entirely unreasonable; however, I didn’t feel like having this conversation again. We were here, and we had a job to do. I couldn’t make her understand why I was dying to be here without revealing that I had already met the girl she was complaining about. That conversation would eventually happen, but I was stupidly putting it off until I had what would probably turn out to be useless information. I closed the door to the bathroom and tu
Secretary of Defense“All right, people, I don’t have time to wait for the written reports. And, come to think of it, let’s skip the written reports entirely. Okay, let’s start with tech support. Mr. Lee, you’re up,” I commanded, hoping someone had something to contribute that was worth half a damn. The President had made it clear during our last conversation that she expected answers.A slight, above-average-height young man looked up and gulped some energy drink that had probably yet to pass muster with the FDA. Lee started his report looking confused and exhilarated without letting go of his heavily be-stickered laptop.“First, kudos, Mr. Secretary, for not compartmentalizing this investigation like most thoughtless bureaucrats would have. That decision,” which he enunciated with wild hand gesticulation, “had a significant, dare I say, pivotal impact on my investigation.”Exhaling an exasperated sigh of I don’t have time for this shit, I interrupted Lee before he could ramble furth
LukeShe walked into the restaurant, and I didn’t recognize her for a split second. The bandage around her head was gone. And she had a miniature male version of herself clamped onto her right hand. He was chattering nonstop, and there was a genuine smile on her face as she listened to him. It was the smile that threw me. At that moment, she was no longer the guarded, disconnected person I barely noticed at school. The smile quickly disappeared when she saw me. A solemn look replaced the smile, followed by a soldier-like march to my table. In nervous anticipation, I stood up a little too fast, which caused my chair to fall over and all the condiments on the table to rollick around. Disgusted with myself, I picked up the bloody chair. This bumbling idiot routine was getting old.She steadied the ketchup bottle and said hello when she reached the table. She introduced her mini-me, who had the giggles over my toppled chair and quaking condiments. I handed over her backpack, and she opene
IvaThey discharged me from the hospital on Saturday with painkillers and an unnecessary cast. This would require me to endure approximately six weeks of itching and using trash bags to wrap my left hand every time I wanted to take a shower. When I walked into the mudroom from the garage, my little brother Dean nearly knocked me over with excitement. Since he’s my absolute favorite person on the planet, I didn’t mind. The entire world could rot, and I felt somewhat ambivalent about that, but as long as he was in it, I’d do my part to help keep it spinning for him.The babysitter, a freshman from the neighborhood, collected her fee and rode off on her bicycle. I knelt and put my arms around Dean. He gave the best hugs. But this time, he didn’t linger; he was too excited about my cast. In that non sequitur way all toddlers do, he explained that his friend Jacob had a cast, and his whole pre-K class got to draw all over it.“Iva, I drew a dinosaur, and Roxy drew a flower. She said hers w
LukeShe looked ridiculous. Her head was wrapped up in too many bandages to be necessary, and her hair was in terrible need of a brush. Even so, I was fascinated by her appearance. Kennedy’s brother’s scowl broke the spell.Grant crossed his arms over his chest and gave me a shit-eating grin. “Do explain.”I couldn’t let Grant take charge of the conversation because he would see straight through whatever lie I was about to make up. And I needed to give an explanation that didn’t make me look like I was skirting around on Kennedy. Which is why I stalled to cover for my idiotic offer of help.I walked over to the left side of Iva’s bed opposite Grant. It was odd being so close to her in an intimate setting without knowing her. I became even more nervous about the situation, which explained what happened next. I winked at her and sat down on the bed next to her. Why I did either of those things, I’m not sure. A confused and pained look crossed her face.I blurted out, “Are you okay?”Thr
GrantI followed the hospital sign that pointed in the direction of Iva’s room. An hour earlier, my sister Kennedy had called me and asked in a not-so-pleasant manner to hurry to the hospital and investigate what that “deranged bitch from hell had done to herself.” I knew it was a bunch of guff because she was worried, but, by the end, the decibel level reached a range only werewolves and bats could hear. When I located the room, the door was already open.I knocked and called out, “It’s Grant.”A few seconds later, a female voice told me to come in. As I walked through the short hallway past the bathroom, my nerves gave a jolt, unsure of what condition I would find Iva. I couldn’t get any details from Iva’s mom when I called earlier to find out if Iva was still in the hospital, and my dad had taken none of my calls.As I rounded the corner, I saw Ms. Galen sitting in the recliner by the window, typing furiously on her laptop. No surprise given her workaholic nature. Where Iva was tal







