The Probability of Time by Tim Koster

Author:Tim Koster [Koster, Tim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: 46 Series Entertainment
Published: 2020-01-20T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 17

The air was frigid but Liam’s new coat helped make it more bearable. The streets were quiet except for the crunch of the shallow, loose snow under their boots. In this serene moment, Liam found himself lost, thinking about the roller coaster ride he’d been on.

In the short time he’d known Loralei, their lives had been a non-stop adventure. It was a dramatic change from the routine he was used to. A subtle smile crossed his lips as he thought about the absurdity of it all. On the one hand, he was grateful to break free of his endless repetitive cycle of self-destructive behavior he’d engaged in over the past decade. On the other, this recess from normality ushered in a new series of events which were arguably more hazardous to his health.

But just as soon as his smile appeared, it was gone. A pit formed in his stomach as he remembered why he had a routine—flashbacks of Arrowhead Killer crime scenes erupted from his subconscious and flooded his thoughts. The names of the victims echoed through the void of grey matter.

He took a deep breath of the crisp air and buried the memories as quickly as he could then looked to Loralei, desperate for her to provide a distraction but she appeared to be lost in her own thoughts. Her nose and cheeks were rosy and a wisp of hair fell from the hood of her mantelet and covered part of her face.

He cleared his throat. “So, what made you want to become a historian?”

The question broke Loralei out of her empty daze at the ground ahead of her. “Huh?”

“I was just asking why you decided to become a historian.”

She smirked, but didn’t see the tension in his face as he asked the question. “Oh, it’s a silly story and not really that interesting.”

He took in another deep breath and slowly let it out as he looked at the long stretch of snow ahead of them. He knew only two things would quell his inner monologue, small talk or whiskey. And he didn’t have any whiskey. “C’mon, we’ve got a long walk ahead of us. If I’ve learned one thing in all my years of being a detective, it’s that just because you don’t find a piece of information interesting, it doesn’t mean I won’t.”

She let out a shallow laugh. “I don’t know.”

“It’s a long road ahead; what do you have to lose?”

“All right, well …” she started to answer but stopped and dropped her face in her hands and laughed. “Please, I don’t want you to make fun of me.”

“Okay, you don’t have to answer. But I won’t stop asking until you do.”

They shared a flirtatious glance. “Fine. But if you so much as smirk I will throw you in the snow so fast you won’t even know what happened, do you understand?”

“Yeah, sure, I promise,” Liam crossed his heart with his fingers.

She said nothing for a moment as she recollected the story in her head. “I was fifteen, maybe sixteen.

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