Emily’s boots thrust upon his table. He pours himself a stiff glass of whiskey. Preparing another, he extends an inviting nod to Marks who stands apprehensively at the door. “Take the edge off,” he says.
Marks obliges, reluctantly taking a seat next to Emily. She shoots him a dubious glance, causing him to shift his chair further from her. He grabs up the tumbler, shooting its contents with one gulp.
Tiring of Emily’s entitled attitude, Tony swipes her feet down from his table. “I wouldn’t come to your place and leave the seat up. Don’t come to mine slinging your boots where I eat.” He returns her glare until she retreats, her expression settling into a provocative grin.
With the sound of the shower coming from down the hall, he’s assured Gina has successfully found the bathroom. He props himself against the kitchen counter, returning his attention to Dr. Ryan. “Pretty impressive, really, the wreckage…at the bottom of the ravine. Checks out by all accounts. Randall Barnes breaks loose, the driver loses his concentration, the bus veers down over the side of the bank, the guards drown in the ravine, Randall Barnes and the driver shoot it out, both ending up dead. Gina DeLuca nowhere to be found. Disappeared off the face of the earth.” Tony grins, sipping his whiskey. “You forgot about the tire tracks at the top of the ravine, though. A black Sedan.” He taps his chin with his index finger. “I wonder who was driving that?” He takes another drink. “And, anybody who knew Randall Barnes can be confident in the fact that he had neither the testicular fortitude nor the wherewithal to break free of iron shackles.”
“You think you know it all, huh?” Emily chimes, her arms folded defiantly over her chest. “What if I told you I know something you don’t know, not even about yourself.”
“What’s done is done,” Dr. Ryan intercedes. “I thought you’d be happy, Detective. Gina is free. Does it really matter how she got there?”
“Free?” he quips. “Yeah, free to do exactly what you want her to do.”
Emily maintains her target on Tony purposely while channeling her own telekinesis. Wiggling her fingers, she eyes Tony’s mirroring hers about his glass. She breathes deeply, filling her lungs to capacity. Tony uncomfortably gasps as his lungs suddenly require more air, causing him to cough with the force. He loosens the button at his collar, beginning to feel claustrophobic. Dr. Godfrey watches from the recliner, his awareness growing with each subtle gesture Emily exhibits, to which Tony responds.
“Yes…Detective, there are many regulations in place regarding Gina. But I assure you, those are for her safety,” Dr. Ryan clarifies. “We are not the enemy.”
Emily continues, commanding her heartbeat to race. Tony clears his throat, grabbing his chest at the first thunderous lub dub that jolts his system.
“You alright, Sarge?” Marks questions.
Tony sucks in air, expelling it forcefully, his eyes wincing at the corners. “Must be that pizza I had for lunch. Giving me awful heartburn.”
“Maybe you’d like to accompany us to our compound,” William Truly offers. “See for yourself.”
“What?” Emily pounds her fist on the kitchen table, infuriated by such a notion.
Pop! The whiskey glass in Tony’s hand shatters under its force, his body telekinetically continuing to model Emily’s. “Ouch!” he spews, pulling his hand back as the glass shards scatter about the floor.
“Shit. Sorry,” Emily confesses, jumping up from her chair in search of a dishtowel, well aware of what’s to follow gauging from the blood trickling down Tony’s hand onto his arm.
“Amazing,” Dr. Godfrey expels, a smile forming on his lips. He pushes up out of his chair, his stooped form shuffling to the kitchen.
“Uh-oh,” Aubrey whispers to herself at the sight of the red, viscous substance, having seen firsthand Tony’s clairvoyant abilities when in the company of Gina. She
Marks obliges, reluctantly taking a seat next to Emily. She shoots him a dubious glance, causing him to shift his chair further from her. He grabs up the tumbler, shooting its contents with one gulp.
Tiring of Emily’s entitled attitude, Tony swipes her feet down from his table. “I wouldn’t come to your place and leave the seat up. Don’t come to mine slinging your boots where I eat.” He returns her glare until she retreats, her expression settling into a provocative grin.
With the sound of the shower coming from down the hall, he’s assured Gina has successfully found the bathroom. He props himself against the kitchen counter, returning his attention to Dr. Ryan. “Pretty impressive, really, the wreckage…at the bottom of the ravine. Checks out by all accounts. Randall Barnes breaks loose, the driver loses his concentration, the bus veers down over the side of the bank, the guards drown in the ravine, Randall Barnes and the driver shoot it out, both ending up dead. Gina DeLuca nowhere to be found. Disappeared off the face of the earth.” Tony grins, sipping his whiskey. “You forgot about the tire tracks at the top of the ravine, though. A black Sedan.” He taps his chin with his index finger. “I wonder who was driving that?” He takes another drink. “And, anybody who knew Randall Barnes can be confident in the fact that he had neither the testicular fortitude nor the wherewithal to break free of iron shackles.”
“You think you know it all, huh?” Emily chimes, her arms folded defiantly over her chest. “What if I told you I know something you don’t know, not even about yourself.”
“What’s done is done,” Dr. Ryan intercedes. “I thought you’d be happy, Detective. Gina is free. Does it really matter how she got there?”
“Free?” he quips. “Yeah, free to do exactly what you want her to do.”
Emily maintains her target on Tony purposely while channeling her own telekinesis. Wiggling her fingers, she eyes Tony’s mirroring hers about his glass. She breathes deeply, filling her lungs to capacity. Tony uncomfortably gasps as his lungs suddenly require more air, causing him to cough with the force. He loosens the button at his collar, beginning to feel claustrophobic. Dr. Godfrey watches from the recliner, his awareness growing with each subtle gesture Emily exhibits, to which Tony responds.
“Yes…Detective, there are many regulations in place regarding Gina. But I assure you, those are for her safety,” Dr. Ryan clarifies. “We are not the enemy.”
Emily continues, commanding her heartbeat to race. Tony clears his throat, grabbing his chest at the first thunderous lub dub that jolts his system.
“You alright, Sarge?” Marks questions.
Tony sucks in air, expelling it forcefully, his eyes wincing at the corners. “Must be that pizza I had for lunch. Giving me awful heartburn.”
“Maybe you’d like to accompany us to our compound,” William Truly offers. “See for yourself.”
“What?” Emily pounds her fist on the kitchen table, infuriated by such a notion.
Pop! The whiskey glass in Tony’s hand shatters under its force, his body telekinetically continuing to model Emily’s. “Ouch!” he spews, pulling his hand back as the glass shards scatter about the floor.
“Shit. Sorry,” Emily confesses, jumping up from her chair in search of a dishtowel, well aware of what’s to follow gauging from the blood trickling down Tony’s hand onto his arm.
“Amazing,” Dr. Godfrey expels, a smile forming on his lips. He pushes up out of his chair, his stooped form shuffling to the kitchen.
“Uh-oh,” Aubrey whispers to herself at the sight of the red, viscous substance, having seen firsthand Tony’s clairvoyant abilities when in the company of Gina. She
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