The Diamond Bearer's Secret by Lorena Angell

Author:Lorena Angell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lorena Angell
Published: 2018-02-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9 – To Catch a Blogger

This morning I decide to read through the files again to see if I can find anything I might have missed. More than anything, I’m just trying to keep my mind busy, so I don’t dwell on last night’s conversation with Crimson.

I sit at the table with Dr. Condi’s file, examining his education, known addresses, and accomplishments.

“Calli.” Chris’s low voice sends chills up my back.

I turn in my chair and nearly fall off. Chris stands beside me . . . well, bi-located Chris.

“Chris, you scared me. I mean, I’m really glad to see you.” My heart is still racing a mile a minute.

“How’s everything going there?” he asks.

I pick up on his strained tone and know what I need to say. “Chris, last night, I didn’t know you were there, but I was being sarcastic with Brand.”

“What are you talking about?” He acts innocent.

“I know you bi-located last night.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry I upset you.” I pause, waiting for him to say something. He doesn’t, so I ask, “How is it you figured out how to bi-locate before me?”

“I’m a natural traveler, I guess.”

“How’s everything going on your end at the Pentagon?”

His mood changes and he says, “I met with one of the guards from my father’s compound. I want to share my memory with you so you can let the others know how the meeting went.”

“Okay.”

“I’m putting the memory forward. Close your eyes and open your thoughts.” His voice relaxes my mind. I close my eyelids and begin to see his memory. Observing through Chris’s eyes, he stands facing a mirror, wearing only a pair of boxer briefs. Oh boy. He attaches a topaz to his stomach with a piece of flesh-colored medical tape just below his waistline. I hear him think: Hopefully this mind-reading-powered topaz will work in the off chance there’s obsidian and I can’t use my diamond’s power. He pulls up his jeans and fastens the button. The waistband fits perfectly over the topaz and will help hold it in place. Then he pushes his arms into a button-up shirt and fastens each button, concealing his bare upper-half. He leaves the shirt untucked and rolls up the long sleeves.

I’m left with his shirtless image in my head, and a growing desire to go get his jacket and inhale his unique scent.

Chris’s memory jumps to a scene where he’s sitting at a table in a sports bar type restaurant. Across the table sits a familiar looking guy. I know I’ve seen him before but can’t remember his name. The body language of the guy seems at ease and comfortable—not what one would expect from a guilty person.

Chris says, “Yeah, I just got into town. I have a job that starts tomorrow. How have you been, Max?”

Of course! He’s Max Corvus. The guy Justin leaked info to, the guy who shot Freedom, and who ushered me to the other prisoners after General Harding and Deus Ex died. And the guy Agent Whitman talked about at the Denver house.

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