Post by StoryGirl83 on Nov 9, 2011 12:29:35 GMT -5
Chapter Twenty-Eight – The Missing Co-Worker
“What are you hiding?” Kelly Conley demanded as she tried to look past Wyatt.
“How have you been, Kelly?” Wyatt asked, trying to distract her.
Such a lovely neck she has.
“Miserable,” she glared at him. “Hal started calling me around nine. He wanted to know why no one was answering any phones. The doors are locked and no one can get in. Know anything about that?”
“I’m not sure what’s up with the phones or doors,” he informed her truthfully, though he of course figured it had to do with the cursed gem in the basement, “but I did notice that. If Hal called you so long ago, why haven’t any of us heard from you?”
“I’ve been busy trying to work,” she informed him. Then, to his surprise she added, “I figured if the building was unexpectedly closed, I might as well get some things done that I couldn’t with guests in the museum.”
Her neck’s right there. So thin. Twist it. It’s easy.
Wyatt shuddered.
“Wyatt, are you all right?” Kelly asked concerned. “You look cold and it’s warm in here.”
“He’s fine,” Andrew informed her, peeking his head of the room. “Go back to your statues, Kelly. Tell Hal, the doors will be opened, when they are opened.”
“He has the police out there, trying to figure out how to open them, but they can’t even touch them,” Kelly told them with a look of disgust. “So much for the all mighty San Francisco PD.”
Andrew waved his hand at her dismissively. “Get out of here, Kelly. I’m sure the people able to fix all this are on it, so don’t worry.”
“Really, Andrew,” Kelly shook her head at him. “You sound like a child with something to hide. Is Nathan here? He’s usually more reasonable.”
Such a lovely thin neck.
“Kelly, just go,” Wyatt told her, his body shaking with his effort to not follow through on the thoughts of killing her. “Nathan’s busy.” He glanced at Andrew, letting the question in his mind show through on his face.
Andrew nodded quickly. “We may be locked in, Kelly, but we’re still at work,” he reminded her. “So let us get back to that.”
Kelly shook her head. “You’re up to something.”
One quick twist and it’s done. She wouldn’t even feel it.
“We’re just busy,” Wyatt attempted to assure her, trying to hide his revulsion.
“Whatever,” she tossed back as she turned around and headed back toward the stairs.
Wyatt slumped against the wall and breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness!”
“She’s not infected, is she?” Andrew asked looking at him.
Wyatt shook his head. “One less person to worry about. She should be fine just as long as she doesn’t run into Olivia.”
“And what about the police?”
Wyatt sighed. “That was bound to happen, I guess. It just makes it more difficult, but I don’t think they can get in.”
Andrew groaned. “This is hard, Wyatt. How much longer do we have to wait before we go completely crazy?”
“Don’t think like that,” Wyatt ordered him. “Just don’t think like that. There’s a cure out there. There has to be and my brother will find a way to get it to us before it’s too late. Just hold on, Andrew.”
“I tried to kill my best friend, Wyatt,” Andrew reminded him. “That’s not something that goes away.”
“I wanted to wring her neck,” Wyatt told him deadpan.
Andrew looked at him startled. “What?”
“The thought popped into my head and it wouldn’t go away until she did,” Wyatt informed him. “You have to control your thoughts, Andrew, no matter how hard. I don’t know how you can do it, but you have to. You have to if you are to protect you and Nathan. Or else you have to let me tie you up again, and trust me.”
Andrew gulped. “Right now, I’d rather not trust someone other than myself. It seems to dangerous.”
Wyatt nodded and closed his eyes, trying to sense for Olivia. No one appeared to be in immediate danger so he sighed and looked over at Andrew. “I’m sorry you’re involved in this. These things tend to happen to my family.”
Andrew shrugged. “The way I hear it, I wouldn’t even be here if not for your family, so don’t worry about it.”
Wyatt looked at him with a frown. “You mentioned before that you know magic and now this. Care to explain?”
“Maybe when there isn’t a danger of us killing each other,” Andrew informed him with a shrug as he headed back into the basement storage room.