Acolyte (The Wildermoor Apocalypse Book 1) by Tetreault-Blay Chris

Author:Tetreault-Blay, Chris [Tetreault-Blay, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-05-14T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

March 10th 2002

Truman awoke to find the room still in darkness. Not that he had slept much. His body was stiffening more every morning. The mattress on the floor had worn thin, the duvet having also seen better days. It did little to keep the chill away, though spring was finally on its way.

These days, he found it difficult to bring himself to close his eyes. The drink helped in a way but the more his mind relaxed around his constant nightmares the less his body was fit to fight off sleep.

She came to him at night, mostly. The image of Lorraine Thacker stayed with him throughout the day too but at night he could almost reach out and touch her again, talk to her, tell her he was sorry and that he…loved her? Would anything have been any different if he had actually forgotten his pride and bravado for once and actually told her that? Probably not, knowing how stubborn she could be. But it may have meant his warnings about Colin Dexler would have held more weight. Truman may have even done more to help Lorraine, and to stop her getting so close to that monster.

Dexler was a monster, an animal. Truman had experienced every emotion imaginable when Commissioner Roberts had marched into the Criminal Investigations Department on that day two weeks ago. There had been a call, he said, from a frantic patient at Wildermoor Brook. Two bodies, he had been told. The news had caused mini explosions in Truman’s mind, then had come the A-bomb that would kill all hope, joy and faith that Truman had clung to throughout his life. One of the bodies was that of Lorraine Thacker.

After those words were uttered, silence descended over his world. He did not hear any more that Commissioner Roberts said. Even the level of noise in the rest of the department, which at times drove Truman to insanity, faded away. He felt as though he was falling to the ground. They could not identify the second body as the face was damaged beyond recognition. Truman later heard from a few gossip agents that there was suspicion, according to the Commissioner, it might have been Lorraine’s receptionist, as she had gone missing shortly after lunchtime and never returned to her desk.

Truman vaguely remembered being escorted from the offices and out onto the street, his mind still numb until the confusion set in. Whatever had gone on between him and Commissioner Roberts in that office still remained a mystery. He understood he had to be kept off the investigation due to his past relationship with Lorraine, but to be deemed unfit to fulfil his duties was a kick in the teeth.

Then he had committed a fatal error. His judgement had been clouded by rage and grief. Later that night he had found himself at Dexler’s front door, trying to break it down with his fists. He had known Dexler was there. Where else would a man like him go? But there had been no answer.

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