He came
with me… We may be able to help, but only if
you are willing.”
Nick scoffed. “ Help ? Did you not see
what I did ? What I have done ?”
Marcel pointed around the room. “Not
a pleasant choice for decorations, eh?” but, his
chuckle was cut short as he realized no one
joined in with the flat humor Emily knew him to
have.
Breaking the silence, Emily reminded
him about when she once found this to be a normal day for her. But he remained trapped inside
the bathroom on his own accord. “Nick, you forget I was a homicide detective. It is nothing I
have not seen before.”
He nodded, remembering the restless
nights he had waiting for her to come home
every night. Until one night, she didn’t show.
Worrying him sick with thoughts of her being
killed in the dead of the night only to wake up to
a voicemail of her saying she was leaving him
for her collaborate, Hank. That was six years
ago… six, long and excruciating years ago.
He opened the door with hesitation.
Emily sighed with relief. “I thought you were
dead,” she assumed.
“Me too.”
“I’d hug you, but,” her eyes bore into
him, “I don’t want to get eaten.”
“I wouldn’t hug you anyways.”
His words sliced through the air like a
knife in her heart. She bit the inside of her
cheek. She knew he was right to say that. But,
she also knew exactly how it made her feel. She
nodded, forcing a smile against her painstricken face.
He turned his attention to Marcel. “So,
Doctor Johnston. You can help me?”
Marcel nodded. “It’s a possibility.”
“We’re wasting time. There is no telling
what can happen. Let’s go.” Nick rushed out of
the door, pushing them along in front of him.
•••
On the outskirts of town, near Crystal Lake,
more experiments were being held inside a
metal building. Brinks designed it as a lab, on
the inside. Without her knowing, Myers stuck
around Middletown. He liked to keep a close eye
on her, and the experiments being conducted
by, rather, three sketchy people. He only knew
what was given to him in the open folder that
laid across his table.
Rachel was the brains; she had almost
gotten away with murder. David was the negotiator; wanted by three loan sharks, and trades
addictions like Collector’s Cards. And, lastly,
George. He was the brawny member. With the
most military training, he provided an excellent
source of security. He also made it easier to abduct people for the experiments.
Myers favored George over the other
two.
Myers closed his folder on the three.
The research completed, on them, was vague,
but enough to let him know if they could be
trusted. They were professional liars, yet their
location and identities could easily be hung over
their heads as a sort of blackmail . He decided to
make a visit to them.
He threw down his tab, chugged his last
bit of black coffee, and left the diner.
The smell of the lake breezed in through
his car door window. He rolled it up scrunching
his nose is disgust. “If I wanted to smell fish, I’d
go fishing, using a body as bait.”
He hated the location Brinks chose for
this undercover lab. But, he understood it was
best for disposing certain, unwanted, things .
He opened the door to the metal building. He expected them to be lounging around,
knowing not everyone works as he does. Obsessively. They were standing, working on something other than what they were signed on for.
“What the hell are you three, nitwits,
doing?” His voice barreled throughout the
building without warning.
They jumped, dropping different
masks. David approached him. “Well, we, uh,
think our identities would be better protected if
we had a guise of some sort. We all agreed on
black outfits.”
Myers grunted. “Get the hell back to
work! Or your heads will be mine.” The little
vein, on the side of his neck, throbbed when he
spoke.
“Come on guys,” George agreed.
They scattered like rats, returning to
their stations. Myers walked behind each of
them. He never bothered
with me… We may be able to help, but only if
you are willing.”
Nick scoffed. “ Help ? Did you not see
what I did ? What I have done ?”
Marcel pointed around the room. “Not
a pleasant choice for decorations, eh?” but, his
chuckle was cut short as he realized no one
joined in with the flat humor Emily knew him to
have.
Breaking the silence, Emily reminded
him about when she once found this to be a normal day for her. But he remained trapped inside
the bathroom on his own accord. “Nick, you forget I was a homicide detective. It is nothing I
have not seen before.”
He nodded, remembering the restless
nights he had waiting for her to come home
every night. Until one night, she didn’t show.
Worrying him sick with thoughts of her being
killed in the dead of the night only to wake up to
a voicemail of her saying she was leaving him
for her collaborate, Hank. That was six years
ago… six, long and excruciating years ago.
He opened the door with hesitation.
Emily sighed with relief. “I thought you were
dead,” she assumed.
“Me too.”
“I’d hug you, but,” her eyes bore into
him, “I don’t want to get eaten.”
“I wouldn’t hug you anyways.”
His words sliced through the air like a
knife in her heart. She bit the inside of her
cheek. She knew he was right to say that. But,
she also knew exactly how it made her feel. She
nodded, forcing a smile against her painstricken face.
He turned his attention to Marcel. “So,
Doctor Johnston. You can help me?”
Marcel nodded. “It’s a possibility.”
“We’re wasting time. There is no telling
what can happen. Let’s go.” Nick rushed out of
the door, pushing them along in front of him.
•••
On the outskirts of town, near Crystal Lake,
more experiments were being held inside a
metal building. Brinks designed it as a lab, on
the inside. Without her knowing, Myers stuck
around Middletown. He liked to keep a close eye
on her, and the experiments being conducted
by, rather, three sketchy people. He only knew
what was given to him in the open folder that
laid across his table.
Rachel was the brains; she had almost
gotten away with murder. David was the negotiator; wanted by three loan sharks, and trades
addictions like Collector’s Cards. And, lastly,
George. He was the brawny member. With the
most military training, he provided an excellent
source of security. He also made it easier to abduct people for the experiments.
Myers favored George over the other
two.
Myers closed his folder on the three.
The research completed, on them, was vague,
but enough to let him know if they could be
trusted. They were professional liars, yet their
location and identities could easily be hung over
their heads as a sort of blackmail . He decided to
make a visit to them.
He threw down his tab, chugged his last
bit of black coffee, and left the diner.
The smell of the lake breezed in through
his car door window. He rolled it up scrunching
his nose is disgust. “If I wanted to smell fish, I’d
go fishing, using a body as bait.”
He hated the location Brinks chose for
this undercover lab. But, he understood it was
best for disposing certain, unwanted, things .
He opened the door to the metal building. He expected them to be lounging around,
knowing not everyone works as he does. Obsessively. They were standing, working on something other than what they were signed on for.
“What the hell are you three, nitwits,
doing?” His voice barreled throughout the
building without warning.
They jumped, dropping different
masks. David approached him. “Well, we, uh,
think our identities would be better protected if
we had a guise of some sort. We all agreed on
black outfits.”
Myers grunted. “Get the hell back to
work! Or your heads will be mine.” The little
vein, on the side of his neck, throbbed when he
spoke.
“Come on guys,” George agreed.
They scattered like rats, returning to
their stations. Myers walked behind each of
them. He never bothered
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