Psi Another Day (Psi Fighter Academy) by D.R. Rosensteel

Author:D.R. Rosensteel [Rosensteel, D.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: spy, Superhero, Ali Carter, Gallagher Girls, Robin Benway, Also Known As, secret society
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2014-05-06T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Captious's Secret

While Captious blabbed to Christie about how everything would be okay, I desperately tried to remember what I saw in my vision of Mr. Munificent’s murder. There was something important in this room. Where was Andy and his MPU 3000 when I needed him? I studied the tiny room, looking for anything that might spark recognition. Spider-filled corners, chairs stacked on chairs, tile, door with a spy-hole, an old typewriter. Nothing clicked.

Then I saw it. There in the midst of five black, shiny new filing cabinets sat a dull green one, battered, out of place—instantly, Mr. Munificent’s image, soggy with sweat, zipped through my mind. He leaned beside the ugly cabinet, his hand clutching the drawer, second from the top. He forced it closed, when a shadow appeared outside the frosted glass window.

Suddenly, the office door opened and I nearly jumped out of my chair.

“There’s someone here to see you, Christie,” Dalrymple said as he strolled through the doorway.

I definitely needed sleep.

“Christie,” a woman sobbed, shouldering her way past Dalrymple. She scooped Christie out of the chair. “Christie, thank you, God, thank you. Everything is all right, now, honey. It’s all right.”

Christie simply nodded and buried her face in her mother’s neck. “Momma.”

“Ma’am.” Dalrymple placed his hand on her shoulder. “I want to get you out of here as quickly as possible, but I need to ask a few questions, and we’ll have to examine Christie. The doctor is on her way.”

Christie’s mother shuddered and managed a weak “Yes, anything.” Then, “Is it true, officer? You found the man who took her?”

Dalrymple smiled. “Yes, ma’am. An anonymous informant tipped us off. We have the kidnapper in custody.”

An anonymous informant with an angelic mask and electronically altered voice. This was good. I sighed as the frightened images I saw in LaReau’s mind dissolved. Being a Psi Fighter was definitely worth the headache.

Mrs. Jasmine hugged her daughter tightly. Christie picked her head off her mother’s shoulder as Dalrymple led them out of the room. The eyes that had prayed for help in the SSA’s mirrored countertop now looked content and tired. She smiled at me.

Definitely worth it.

“Make sure she gets home safely,” Dalrymple said, pointing to me.

“I’ll handle it personally,” Captious promised.

Dalrymple closed the door.

“Now it’s time to take care of you, young lady.” Captious held up a finger. “But first, I have to make a phone call. Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

I wondered what he meant by taking care of me…was it only because I was tired that it sounded like something the mob does to people who get in their way? Before the door had completely closed, I bounded to the battered green cabinet and jerked open the second drawer. It screeched like a zombie rising from the grave. I froze, expecting the whole police force to come running, but the only thing I heard was the murmur of crabby voices down the hall. Slowly, carefully, I opened the drawer the rest of the way, cringing as the frozen steel wheels grated against the track.

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