Radium Halos: Part 2 by May W.J

Author:May, W.J.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, suspense, murder, mystery, friends, paranormal romance, fantasy, paranormal, supernatural, high school, fantasy romance, series, superhero, superheroes, wj may
Publisher: W.J. May

Chapter 9

Thursday after working out I rushed home, changed, and drove to Kieran’s. Training had gone well and the tension between Seth and Brent had disappeared. They had definitely worked things out, or had just simply ignored it the typical way only guys could do.

I pulled my dilapidated Bug into his drive. You couldn’t miss the fresh cut grass and cleaned off walkway. Pulling the bag of groceries out of the car, I glanced around again. The cabin actually looked like a house now.

The recently swept porch had a new swing set up. The front door was open with only the screen door closed but not locked. I knocked and opened it. Small town, everyone did it. “Hello? Kieran, it’s me.” I stepped in and looked around. The living room was empty. Sort of.

The place had gone through major transformation since the last time I’d been there. The three-legged table was gone, a new wooden one sat in its place. All the litter and crap covering the floor had been cleared away. Kieran must’ve polished the floor. It shone like an ice rink. The TV was on, so Kieran had to be around.

I jumped when a thundering filled my ears and crashed around inside my head. Shivering, my fingers pressed instantly to my temples to calm the noise. Down the hall, water began running. Pipes. Water pushing through the pipes to the faucet. If I wasn’t prepared, surprise noises still shocked me.

Eyes closed, I listened to the sound of a pair of jeans dropping in a hamper and a shower door sliding open. Streaming water splashed against naked skin. Swallowing hard, I slipped into a now spotless kitchen and forced myself to block out the noise. I’m eavesdropping. I pulled out the tomato sauce Mom and I had canned over the summer and a bag of noodles, and set them on the counter. The onions, mushrooms, and peppers got stuffed into the fridge, along with the hamburger mince I’d bought. It was too early to start chopping and cooking dinner.

Tossing the paper bag in the bin, I headed back to the living room and settled on the couch. The television had the news on. I grabbed the remote off the coffee table and turned the volume down a few notches. The anchor woman rambled on about the sports scores, a robbery at a betting shop in the county over, and then in the top corner of the TV flashed a body covered in a tarp. The screen flipped to a reporter talking about the John Doe body found at the old mine.

I leaned forward, trying to memorize everything she had to say. Maybe there’d be something worth sharing with the group.

“…nothing more has been determined about the John Doe found last week at the closed down uranium mine in Elliot Lake. Police have been unable to identify the body and are waiting for further testing results to come in. If anyone has any information, police are asking you to call them, or the anonymous tip-line number on the bottom of the screen.

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