Caesar's Fall by Dorien Grey

Author:Dorien Grey [Grey, Dorien]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Zumaya Publications
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

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When Elliott finished, Steve, who hadn't taken his eyes off him for an instant, said, “Well, that explains a lot. Do you think you'd ever have told me if I hadn't asked?"

Elliott hoped his flush of embarrassment didn't show.

"Of course. I just don't know when. It's not the kind of thing that comes up easily in conversation: ‘Can you pass me the salt? And, oh, I've got a dead friend named John who talks to me in my sleep.’ That'd go over big."

"It would have, actually. I knew damned well something was going on. And I gather John is behind that identical dream we had a while back—the one about the mansion on the lake?"

"Yep. He says he was experimenting."

"And I've been aware of—something—several times since we've been together. John?"

"Probably. I've told him not to bother you, though."

Steve grinned broadly. “Bother? I'd love to have a real conversation with a ghost!"

Elliott shook his head. “Be careful what you wish for,” he said. “And John isn't a ghost. At least, not to me."

Steve cocked his head. “So, what is he?"

"John."

They finished their coffee in thoughtful silence, broken by an occasional question or observation by Steve and Elliott's response. Elliott was both relieved and pleased Steve seemed to take it all in stride, and apparently understood his earlier reticence about John.

"So, what about Bruno?” Steve asked as he got up to refill their cups. “Obviously, he wants something. Do you know what it is?"

"He gave me an envelope before he died and asked me to hold it for him, but there's no indication on the envelope what's in it or who it's for. I'm going to open it when I get home."

Returning to the living room, Steve said, “Bruno doesn't know how he died?"

Elliott took his cup and shrugged. “Apparently not."

"You aren't in direct contact with him, then?"

"No more than you are, with the Old Spice. All I know is what John can find out. I gather being dead takes some getting used to, let alone the idea you may have been murdered. But I'm sure it will."

"So, what will you do about it?"

Elliott sighed. “I don't really know what I can do about it, and you have no idea how I dread getting caught up in these things. As for Bruno, first and foremost, I trust the police are looking into it. If he was murdered, they'll find out who did it."

"And if they don't?"

"Oh, ye of little faith, We'll just have to take it one step at a time."

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—Congratulations! I'm proud of you!

—Thanks ... I think.

—Come on, now. You feel better. Admit it.

—Well, at least I won't have to lie about talking in my sleep. What's going on with Bruno?

—It's really hard to tell. He's still adapting to his changed circumstances. And I can sense he's starting to wonder about the details of his death. Mainly, I gather he's concerned about something having to do with you.

—The envelope. I'm sorry about that. I should have opened it right away.

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