Portent, a Ravensborough Novella by Christine Murray

Author:Christine Murray [Murray, Christine]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: C429, Extratorrents, Kat
Publisher: Mermaiden Media
Published: 2012-05-26T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOUR

The lane held a cluster of guards who, alerted by my frantic running, asked me to stop.

'Where are you going, girl?' spat one of the guards.

'Just away from here,' I said trying to sound as normal as possible. My voice wasn't quite level, but a bomb had just gone off metres away. I was hardly expected to be the epitome of calm and reasonable, was I?

Except apparently I was.

'You came in this morning,' said one of the guards. I groaned inwardly. 'You arrived twenty minutes before the bomb went off, and now you're leaving in a hell of a hurry. Something just doesn't add up, does it?

'I came to check on my temple,' I said quickly. 'Like I told you.' It was a lie, but I couldn't tell the truth. If I knew about it before hand it would only tie me closer to the crime.

'To check on it?' asked a female guard. Her eyes were dark as flint, and I recognised a glint of steel on her wrist. Pagan protection bracelets. I almost rolled my eyes, except I knew it wouldn't help me. Pagan Guards were the worst. When dealing with fellow Pagans they always seemed to think that they needed to go out of their way to prove they were unbiased, and often ended up being more heavy handed than their Rationalist counterparts. The goddess Fortuna was not on my side today.

'Look, I needed someone to cover for me at the Temple today, I was just checking in on her to see that everything was ok before heading over to the university,' I made my voice sound as reasonable as I could.

The girl gave me a hard appraising look. 'And while you were there did you go anywhere else?'

I paused. There was no use lying, they'd pick it up on the CCTV anyway. 'I also checked in at the Centre for Pagan records.'

The centre was on the side of the square where the bomb had gone off, and that fact had galvanised the guards. Within seconds they had whipped out the handcuffs and twisted my hands behind my back. Iron bracelets were meant to be protective, but these were anything but. They read me my rights and slammed me in the back of the car.

I was scared in the back of the car, but after so many run ins with the law in my time I was determined not to cry.

The city scrolled by, and I was amazed to see that news crews had already arrived and were doing live broadcasts.

The guard in the front radioed out a message. 'We have a suspected perp in the Darkfield bombing, arrange a cell, interview room and a Pagan associate. Over.'

'Right away. Over.'

I think it was the fact that they called me a perp that brought home just how serious a situation I was in. I was being accused of a terrorist attack, a bombing. True, there was no evidence linking me to the bomb. All they had was the fact that I was in the area around the same time as a bomb went off.

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