All Chapters of 51: The Series: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Wren woke to someone gently kicking his foot. He looked to see Max standing at his feet. “Sorry, man, but Hanna just took a call about one of those poltergeist things. I thought I would wake you up and see if you wanted to go. If you don’t, then you can wake up Lindsay because I am just not that brave,” Max said, nodding his head at Lindsay sleeping next to Wren. Wren looked beside him and saw that she was still asleep. He was glad she could sleep for at least a few hours and hoped she would sleep a little longer. “What time is it?” Wren asked, getting up carefully so as not to wake Lindsay. “It’s a little after 6 a.m.,” Max said as Wren put on his boots. “A guy called in saying that his wife was cooking breakfast for the family, and just as she was finishing, things started flying around. He said they are all huddled by the front door, and he can hear things breaking in the kitchen.” “OK, let’s go see if we can make this thing stop the same way she can,” Wren told him as he pick

“Well, Wren, we did learn one thing today,” Max said. “Oh, really, and what exactly is that?” Wren asked as he wiped jelly off the side of his face with his hand and onto his pants. “Your wife has more power than the two of us combined,” Max answered. “That isn’t funny, Max. It might be true, but it isn’t funny,” Wren said. “I didn’t mean for it to be,” Max said. “That thing has listened to her every time she has encountered it and followed her instructions. Then, when we encounter it and do the same thing that she does, it does this. It’s almost like it was mad at us because it wasn’t her.” “I was thinking the same thing. I don’t know how, but it is almost as if these things are bonded to her, and for the life of me, I cannot figure out why they would be. This is not the first one that has done this with her. Do you remember the flying monkey that you didn’t see? Well, her name is Bow, and she lives in a lab on the base.” Max carefully pulled the patrol off the main road onto

Lindsay laughed and got up from her desk. She set the box that was on her desk onto the floor and stretched. She watched Little Bob begin directing all the deputies on what they needed to do, and Cat picked up a stack of files she had already put together and handed them to Annie. Lindsay took a drink of water from the bottle on her desk and headed out to where everyone else was. “Hi, Sheriff,” Annie said, smiling from ear to ear. “Hi, Annie. What are you still doing here?” Lindsay asked her, regretting the question as soon as the words left her mouth. She glanced at Big Bob, who just wrinkled his forehead and shook his head. “Well, I went home for a little while, but it was really quiet, and I just really like it here with all of you. I like having people to talk to, and I really, really want to help you go through the files that Agent Gold brought here. What do you need me to do first? Just tell me, and I will do it,” Annie said without taking a breath. “You know what? I am go

Lindsay arrived at her house, not even remembering the drive she had just made. She threw the car into park and got out, leaving the door open, with Wren following close behind. When they reached the porch, they could see wet footprints covering it. There were handprints on the glass in the door and around it. They smelled that unmistakable odor they had come to know and knew what it meant.“What happened?” she asked as she went inside. Dillon grabbed her and hugged her so tight she could barely breathe.“Mom, something was out there! Rebecca saw it first, and then we all saw it! It was just standing there on the porch watching us,” Dillon said, almost in tears.Lindsay looked at Rebecca and Nim. Rebecca had been crying, but looked like she was beginning to calm down. Nim was sitting beside her, pale and shaking. Crook was curled up next to Rebecca with his head in her lap, looking at Lindsay. Lindsay said, “Kids, I think you all need to go get your things. We are taking all three of

The storms had finally passed, and for that, everyone was thankful. Lindsay was in her office doing what she had been doing for what felt like years—reading files. She had gone through the ones her deputies had encountered and marked them on the map that was now on the bulletin board instead of her office wall. Viktor and Annie had moved the map and marked every incident with new labels. While they did that, Cat had entered each of them into the new program she had written, hoping to predict their movements and prevent any future serious encounters. Lindsay looked at the clock. Today was the day that Dillon would begin camping with the Jones kids. She had wanted to see him before he left, but that would not happen. She would have to settle for just calling him. Her day had been interrupted by a visit from one of the county commissioners. Roy James had stopped by to update her on the previous sheriff and chief deputy. When she took over, she found that the former sheriff had not been