Destiny's Bastard by Hank Edwards

Author:Hank Edwards [Edwards, Hank]
Language: nld
Format: epub, pdf
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

After dropping Gerard and Ranulf at the shelter,

Jon drove the six blocks to his apartment building and

ran up the steps two at a time. He burst into his

apartment, dropped his coat and pack on the floor by the

door, then laid the medallion, wrapped in a soft cloth, on

his worktable and switched on the lighted magnifying

glass.

Rain began to patter against the window glass as

Jon heated a can of soup, pacing from the stove to his

worktable and back as he waited for it to boil. When the

soup was finally heated, he dumped the steaming

contents into a bowl and carried it to the table, taking

bites now and then as he began to work on the medallion.

Sometime later, not long after he had finished the

soup, Jon heard a tap on the window in front of him that

sounded harder than a raindrop. He started and looked

up and out the window at the dark, rainy night. Another

tap made him jump, and he caught a glimpse of

something ticking off the glass. He got to his feet,

reached out to switch off the light on the magnifying

glass, and peered down into the parking lot.

A man stood below, long hair wet from the rain, face

a pale oval peering up at him, the lower half concealed

by a dark beard. Jon let out a gasp as a hot stone of

excitement formed low in his belly.

“Gerard?” he asked and moved around the table to

push the window up and call down, “Gerard? Is that

you?”

“Aye, Jon, it is I,” Gerard replied.

“What are you doing here?” Jon then realized the

man was standing in the pouring rain and said, “Sorry.

Come through the door. I’ll buzz you in. I’m on the third

floor.”

It took a few tries for them to get the timing right,

but finally Jon heard Gerard climbing the steps at the

end of the hall, and moments later the man stepped

through his open door, rainwater running off him and

his eyes bright as he looked around Jon’s apartment.

“How did you know where I live?” Jon asked, peeling

the wet coat off him and tossing it into the bathroom.

“Ranulf and I went to the Roost, and when you

didn’t show up, I asked Harry if he thought you would be

by, and he told me to come ask you myself.” Gerard

turned to look at Jon with a worried expression. “Is it all

right that I came unannounced?”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Jon said, eyeing Gerard’s wet

clothes. “Look, this is going to sound bad, but you need to

get out of those clothes or you’ll catch your death of cold.

I’ll get you some sweats to put on. Go into the bathroom.

There are towels you can use to dry off.”

He switched on the lighted magnifying glass

mounted on the side of the table and looked down at the

dirt-encrusted medallion and chain. Jon let out a soft

breath, then felt the warmth from Gerard’s body as the

man leaned in over his shoulder to peer down at the

medallion.

“It is beautiful,” Gerard said. “How do you clean it?”

“With this.” Jon grabbed a soft-bristle toothbrush

from a pencil holder. He straightened up and turned,

distracted by the medallion, and found himself nose to

nose with Gerard.

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