Those of the Margin: a Paranormal Suspense Thriller (Derek Cole Suspense Thriller Book 2) by T Patrick Phelps Page B
Authors: T Patrick Phelps
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that detective what I look like."
"It doesn't make any sense to me," Robby said, not caring if he showed his displeasure.
"It doesn't matter," he said, his voice more stern than before. Louder, too, as if his strength was building. He smiled when he recognized the fact and wondered how much longer it would be until he was strong enough.
"Is your name really Phillip?" Robby asked.
"Why do you ask that?" he answered, careful to keep his voice soft.
"Just that after I told Mr. Cole that your name is Phillip, I heard him asking my parents who else is named Phillip."
"Don't you think he'd do that no matter what my name is?"
"Maybe, but that didn't really answer my question."
"No," Phillip said. "It's not my real name."
"Then what is it?"
"I can't tell you that."
"Why not?"
"Same reason that you can't tell people what I look like." Phillip moved back a step from the end of Robby's bed. "The less you know, the less chance you slip up and make a very bad mistake."
"Are you sure that if I told my mom more about you that you'd have to go away?"
"Do what I told you," he said, his voice much more powerful than he wanted. "Do you really want to send me to that place?" Phillip finished in the whisper-like voice Robby was familiar with.
"I didn't say that I did," Robby said. "It's just that no one likes that you visit me, and now my parents are paying Mr. Cole to find out about you."
"I told you that was why Mr. Cole would be visiting you. But are you saying that he is here to find out about me or to try to convince you that I don't exist?"
"Why else would he be here? He is a detective, and detectives are paid to find stuff out."
"That's why I need him to go away."
"He seems nice to me," Robby said
"He needs to go away."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Maggie Bryant had grown used to hearing Robby having whispered conversations. She had overheard him talking to himself in his bedroom, on the back porch of their home, while walking up the driveway, and even while taking a shower. Hearing her son having a conversation with his "imaginary" friend certainly concerned her, but hearing him talking to no one no longer surprised her.
As she walked down the hallway, she passed Robby's closed bedroom door. He had been home from school for no more than 30 minutes, and in keeping with his normal schedule, he went right from the front door to the kitchen to grab a quick snack and to give his mom a two-minute recap of his day at school before retreating to his room to pound out his homework.
Maggie paused at his door and silently listened to the quiet mumblings of her only son. Her heart ached for him as she heard Robby say something, pause for an answer, then respond back. It was her idea to hire Derek Cole after reading about him in online blogs, e-zines, and a few articles published by reputable and well-known newspapers. The blogs she read indicated "Cole is the investigator for those whom the normal investigative agencies dismiss." She was inspired to contact him when she read about how "Cole, once he accepts a case, works tirelessly to provide a desired outcome." Her decision was made final when she read about a woman in Texas who hired Derek Cole when she was accused of harming her child but insisted she was innocent.
"Derek Cole listened to my side of the story when the police were only focused on trying to catch me in lies and to find evidence that proved that I was abusing my daughter. Derek didn't judge me from day one. He went to work, and within four days, found rock solid proof that I was innocent and that my daughter's soccer coach was the guilty party."
As Maggie stood, her head resting against her son's bedroom door, with eyes closed and arms hanging limp to her sides, she begged to God that Derek's investigation was going well and that he would be able help her son.
Her eyes only shot open when she heard the other voice. It was a deep and very foreign sound that she never heard Robby make. The door muffled the words, but she
"It doesn't make any sense to me," Robby said, not caring if he showed his displeasure.
"It doesn't matter," he said, his voice more stern than before. Louder, too, as if his strength was building. He smiled when he recognized the fact and wondered how much longer it would be until he was strong enough.
"Is your name really Phillip?" Robby asked.
"Why do you ask that?" he answered, careful to keep his voice soft.
"Just that after I told Mr. Cole that your name is Phillip, I heard him asking my parents who else is named Phillip."
"Don't you think he'd do that no matter what my name is?"
"Maybe, but that didn't really answer my question."
"No," Phillip said. "It's not my real name."
"Then what is it?"
"I can't tell you that."
"Why not?"
"Same reason that you can't tell people what I look like." Phillip moved back a step from the end of Robby's bed. "The less you know, the less chance you slip up and make a very bad mistake."
"Are you sure that if I told my mom more about you that you'd have to go away?"
"Do what I told you," he said, his voice much more powerful than he wanted. "Do you really want to send me to that place?" Phillip finished in the whisper-like voice Robby was familiar with.
"I didn't say that I did," Robby said. "It's just that no one likes that you visit me, and now my parents are paying Mr. Cole to find out about you."
"I told you that was why Mr. Cole would be visiting you. But are you saying that he is here to find out about me or to try to convince you that I don't exist?"
"Why else would he be here? He is a detective, and detectives are paid to find stuff out."
"That's why I need him to go away."
"He seems nice to me," Robby said
"He needs to go away."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Maggie Bryant had grown used to hearing Robby having whispered conversations. She had overheard him talking to himself in his bedroom, on the back porch of their home, while walking up the driveway, and even while taking a shower. Hearing her son having a conversation with his "imaginary" friend certainly concerned her, but hearing him talking to no one no longer surprised her.
As she walked down the hallway, she passed Robby's closed bedroom door. He had been home from school for no more than 30 minutes, and in keeping with his normal schedule, he went right from the front door to the kitchen to grab a quick snack and to give his mom a two-minute recap of his day at school before retreating to his room to pound out his homework.
Maggie paused at his door and silently listened to the quiet mumblings of her only son. Her heart ached for him as she heard Robby say something, pause for an answer, then respond back. It was her idea to hire Derek Cole after reading about him in online blogs, e-zines, and a few articles published by reputable and well-known newspapers. The blogs she read indicated "Cole is the investigator for those whom the normal investigative agencies dismiss." She was inspired to contact him when she read about how "Cole, once he accepts a case, works tirelessly to provide a desired outcome." Her decision was made final when she read about a woman in Texas who hired Derek Cole when she was accused of harming her child but insisted she was innocent.
"Derek Cole listened to my side of the story when the police were only focused on trying to catch me in lies and to find evidence that proved that I was abusing my daughter. Derek didn't judge me from day one. He went to work, and within four days, found rock solid proof that I was innocent and that my daughter's soccer coach was the guilty party."
As Maggie stood, her head resting against her son's bedroom door, with eyes closed and arms hanging limp to her sides, she begged to God that Derek's investigation was going well and that he would be able help her son.
Her eyes only shot open when she heard the other voice. It was a deep and very foreign sound that she never heard Robby make. The door muffled the words, but she
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