Those of the Margin: a Paranormal Suspense Thriller (Derek Cole Suspense Thriller Book 2) by T Patrick Phelps Page A
Authors: T Patrick Phelps
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never really had any marital problems, not that I am aware of at least. But I've been around enough families to know that when mom and dad aren't getting along, the kids tend to act out to get attention or to feel secure. Again, I'm no psychologist, but if what I felt is right and the Bryants are having marital problems, I have to believe that could cause Robby some insecurities."
"Enough insecurities perhaps to cause him to create a ghostly visitor in order to keep his parents together?"
"Maybe," Derek said. "I just don't know. Ron White certainly concerns me, and after learning about the whole 'Phillip Experiment,'" Derek paused and shook his head, "I just don't know what to think. And I have no idea what I can do to help Robby out. I told Maggie and Jack that I would give them two days of my time, but, for the first time in my career, I'm at a complete loss as to how to fill my time with this case."
"In your heart," John asked, leaning forward in his chair, "what are you thinking?"
"Either that there is something that I am missing or that there's nothing more to this case than a kid dealing with his parents' marital problems the only way a kid knows how to."
"Maybe you should spend the rest of your two days looking to see if you are missing something."
"Maybe I should," Derek said. "Just wish I knew where to begin looking."
"I've found that things needing to be found have a way of presenting themselves at the right moment."
CHAPTER TEN
A month before he turned twelve, Robby asked for three birthday presents. The first was a new iPad. Second, a few new games for his Xbox 360. The last thing he asked for was that for parents to pull down the wallpaper in his room, get rid of all the "kiddy" books in his bookcase, and to finally replace his blue race car bed.
"I'll help you take the wallpaper down and will even get all the books in the car so we can take them to the library. I checked on Craigslist, and I think you can sell the race car bed for at least $75. I know the iPad is expensive, but if you take the $75 from the bed sale, the iPad won't be so expensive."
His logic, planning, and willingness to help made his parent's decision simple.
"Okay, Robby," his mother told him. "I'll tell you what. You pick out the paint color for your room, arrange time to drop off your books with the library, and clean up your old race car bed, and your father and I will get you an iPad. Deal? You won't have much of a birthday surprise, you know?"
"I know, but surprises aren't always worth it. I think we have a deal."
He loved his new bed, even though it was only a double bed and not the king-sized he had picked out. Still, it was much bigger than his race car bed and was a bed that he wasn't embarrassed to show if any of his friends came over to his house.
As he sat on his bed, his knees drawn close to his chest and his back pressed firmly to the headboard, he wasn't at all concerned about what his guest may be thinking about his bed. He didn't expect his guest to make any comments about how his room was definitely a "young man's room," and he didn't think that he'd be at all interested in checking out his high score on Flappy Bird or the details he designed in his Minecraft world.
"What did you tell them about me? The detective. What did you tell him about me?"
"Just your name," Robby said. "He asked what you looked like, but I remembered what you told me."
"To never tell anyone what I look like?"
"Yeah, to never tell anyone what you look like."
"Good," his guest said. "Because you know what would happen if people knew what I looked like?"
"You'd have to go away," Robby said, his eyes drawn down with the weight of the responsibility his guest placed on him. "But you told me that lots of people see you, all the time."
"It's different with other people, Robby."
"Why? How is it different?"
"I didn't make up the rules and don't know why they are the way they are. But I do know what will happen if you tell your parents or
"Enough insecurities perhaps to cause him to create a ghostly visitor in order to keep his parents together?"
"Maybe," Derek said. "I just don't know. Ron White certainly concerns me, and after learning about the whole 'Phillip Experiment,'" Derek paused and shook his head, "I just don't know what to think. And I have no idea what I can do to help Robby out. I told Maggie and Jack that I would give them two days of my time, but, for the first time in my career, I'm at a complete loss as to how to fill my time with this case."
"In your heart," John asked, leaning forward in his chair, "what are you thinking?"
"Either that there is something that I am missing or that there's nothing more to this case than a kid dealing with his parents' marital problems the only way a kid knows how to."
"Maybe you should spend the rest of your two days looking to see if you are missing something."
"Maybe I should," Derek said. "Just wish I knew where to begin looking."
"I've found that things needing to be found have a way of presenting themselves at the right moment."
CHAPTER TEN
A month before he turned twelve, Robby asked for three birthday presents. The first was a new iPad. Second, a few new games for his Xbox 360. The last thing he asked for was that for parents to pull down the wallpaper in his room, get rid of all the "kiddy" books in his bookcase, and to finally replace his blue race car bed.
"I'll help you take the wallpaper down and will even get all the books in the car so we can take them to the library. I checked on Craigslist, and I think you can sell the race car bed for at least $75. I know the iPad is expensive, but if you take the $75 from the bed sale, the iPad won't be so expensive."
His logic, planning, and willingness to help made his parent's decision simple.
"Okay, Robby," his mother told him. "I'll tell you what. You pick out the paint color for your room, arrange time to drop off your books with the library, and clean up your old race car bed, and your father and I will get you an iPad. Deal? You won't have much of a birthday surprise, you know?"
"I know, but surprises aren't always worth it. I think we have a deal."
He loved his new bed, even though it was only a double bed and not the king-sized he had picked out. Still, it was much bigger than his race car bed and was a bed that he wasn't embarrassed to show if any of his friends came over to his house.
As he sat on his bed, his knees drawn close to his chest and his back pressed firmly to the headboard, he wasn't at all concerned about what his guest may be thinking about his bed. He didn't expect his guest to make any comments about how his room was definitely a "young man's room," and he didn't think that he'd be at all interested in checking out his high score on Flappy Bird or the details he designed in his Minecraft world.
"What did you tell them about me? The detective. What did you tell him about me?"
"Just your name," Robby said. "He asked what you looked like, but I remembered what you told me."
"To never tell anyone what I look like?"
"Yeah, to never tell anyone what you look like."
"Good," his guest said. "Because you know what would happen if people knew what I looked like?"
"You'd have to go away," Robby said, his eyes drawn down with the weight of the responsibility his guest placed on him. "But you told me that lots of people see you, all the time."
"It's different with other people, Robby."
"Why? How is it different?"
"I didn't make up the rules and don't know why they are the way they are. But I do know what will happen if you tell your parents or
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