Luc Bertrand- American Assassin by A F Grappin

Author:A F Grappin [Grappin, A F]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-25T22:00:00+00:00

15

Luc stepped out of the limo and up to the entrance of Umbra Motus with an irrational anger at the cold. After his rather pleasant—if short—time in the warm winter/summer south of the Equator, the frigid air of Virginia's winter was an affront. It made the tan he'd gotten during those few days on the island look out of place. Even so, it felt good to finally be home.

The evening's party hadn't yet come into full swing. It was good to see that the club was still functioning well, even after his long absence. There was even a "reserved" sign on his usual booth. That had been left sacred. How nice. He had to hand it to Scout and Betty for this. But it had been almost a year since he'd disappeared. He couldn't help but wonder how long they would have waited. Or if this was just show to make him think his place had been maintained. When the cat was away, after all…

His office in the club was tidy and appeared undisturbed. He took the hidden stairs down to the basement and the ECAA. Even that seemed normal enough. His entrance was noticed, marked, and then immediately discarded as unimportant by those training in the main room. As it should be. Luc walked along the walls until he reached his rooms. His office there was also untouched except for dusting. Even the files from the "innocents" were left on his desk. Nothing had been moved.

His bedroom, though, showed the dust of the time he'd been gone. Nothing personal of his had been touched or gone through. If a beetle had tromped through the thick layer of uncleaned time that lay over everything, he would have seen the marks of it. He wanted to clean it immediately, but travel had left him tired and feeling grimy. A shower, first.

It was well into the post-midnight hours before he felt comfortable sleeping. He'd showered, dusted, wiped down all the surfaces, exchanged his musty linens for fresh ones, and then taken another shower to wash off the exertion. But once he finally climbed into his bed, it almost felt like he'd never been gone. He fell asleep immediately.

Less than three hours later, he woke to a dark room and tried to remember his dream. One of his former students.

Dwayne Bush, the young man who had been questioning belief and morality in relation to their craft. He'd sent the young man to Father Martin for counseling. It seemed like ages ago.

Unable to get his eyes to remain shut again, he sent an email to his former student, asking after him. There likely wouldn't be a response for a day or more, but it made him feel better. But not completely better.

Luc spun around at a breath of sound in his room. The only light came from his computer, and it cast deep shadows between furniture and into the corners. He swore he saw movement.

"Insidia?" he whispered, peering into one of the shadows where he thought he saw movement.

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