The Deadliest Institution Collection by Holly Copella

Author:Holly Copella [Copella, Holly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781947694057
Publisher: Copella Books
Published: 2019-03-14T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

It was late afternoon by the time Ross and Devon were finally able to set up the wax figures in the phantom display. The display was coming together nicely and was close to being finished. The phantom was seated before his pipe organ in a menacing pose while a woman lay unconscious on a fainting couch. Devon added some final touches to the unconscious wax woman then frowned and pulled a cobweb from her blonde hair.

“Those thirty wax figures we got from that closed museum were a godsend,” Devon announced then shook her head. “But they’re still dusty as hell.”

“You should do what I did,” Ross announced while sitting on the bench alongside the phantom and pretended to play the organ. “Take their wigs outside and beat them against the side of the building.”

Devon eyed the wax woman a moment then uncertainly tugged on her scalp. With some effort, the blonde wig lifted, almost startling her. There was a residue left around her waxy, bald head, which was a mild glue meant to hold the wig in place. Devon sighed with relief then laughed nervously.

“I thought I was going to rip the whole face off for a minute there,” she announced. “Brant’s better creations have hair implanted right into the wax.”

Ross stood and turned to face her. He held his hand up. She tossed him the wig, which he immediately beat against the fake wall. Devon cringed as she watched the dirt fly from it.

“I can’t believe how realistic some of those wigs are,” she announced. “Especially considering how old they must be.”

“A little glue to hold them in place, and they’re nearly real,” Ross replied and tossed the wig back to her. “I don’t know why Brant wastes so much time implanting hair into his favorites.”

She caught the wig and replaced it on the woman’s head. It would need more glue to secure it, but at least it wasn’t dusty. A flap of wax stuck up at the edge of the wig. Devon pushed it back down and secured the wig over it.

“I should get the glue,” Devon remarked.

“I’ll take care of it later,” Ross informed her with little care. “I have plenty of other things that need a little glue.”

Brant entered the display dressed in a stylish, black tuxedo while struggling with the tie. He barely even noticed them, since he was having such difficulty with his own wardrobe.

Ross looked up and whistled then chuckled. “Someone’s got a hot date tonight.”

“I wish,” Brant muttered and nearly gave up on his tie, throwing his hands down with frustration. “Another tiring formal party at my parents’ house in the city. The world would undoubtedly end if I didn’t attend.”

Without prompting, Devon approached and helped him with the tie. He watched in near surprise as she skillfully fixed it.

“Ah, just tell them to blow off,” Ross announced with noted irritation. “If I had parents like yours, I’d disown them.”

“Sometimes I’d like to,” Brant replied then sighed. “But they’re my parents, and I was taught to respect my parents.

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