The Midnight Eye Files: Volume 1 (Midnight Eye Collections) by William Meikle

Author:William Meikle [Meikle, William]
Language: eng
Format: azw
Publisher: Gryphonwood Press
Published: 2016-08-01T16:00:00+00:00

She stopped talking, staring into space as she smoked the last puff from another of my cigarettes,

“And?” I said.

“And that’s about it,” she said. “We got back to Glasgow, got married, had John, and lived a miserable life for the rest of poor Tommy’s days.”

“Why miserable?” I asked.

“Tommy rang Skye one day, about three months after we left, when I found out I was pregnant. He was so proud of himself, so happy that he was going to be a father. They say that pride goes before a fall…well, Tommy fell all right. He fell a long way. He found out that his brother, Gus, had gone the same way as Patrick, two nights after we left. He never forgave himself. Gus left three bairns behind. Tommy and I offered to go back, but we were told to stay away. So we did. All those years we stayed away. But now it’s happening again.”

Tears ran down her cheeks, and I left her in silence for a while, giving her another cigarette which she smoked all the way down before talking again.

“We thought everything was all right with John…even forgot about it for a long time. Then, last year, he just upped and went…to Skye. I think you can guess the rest.”

“I can guess, and fill in with what John told me…although it’s hard to believe…especially in the ‘Sons of Loki’ story.”

“Oh, he told you that…” she said. “I heard that one from Tommy. But I always preferred to consider it as some kind of genetic mutation…somehow it let me think about it without getting into anything supernatural.”

“I’m having a hard time thinking about that ‘thing in the car park’,” I said,

“That thing is my son,” she said. “And remember, I’m paying you to get him back to Skye.”

“You can have your money back if you like,” I said, only half joking.

“You’re a man that honors his deals,” she said. And again, it wasn’t a question.

“Aye, maybe,” I replied. “But I might need an elephant gun to do it.”

She took my arm and led me back into the bowels of the hospital, but all the way back, a germ of an idea was beginning to grow,

“One question,” I said as we emerged back into the A & E reception. “Have you heard mention of something called ‘The Source’ on Skye?”

She looked at me blankly. The hippie-chick adventuress was gone, and the old lady with a reputation to maintain was back. In truth, I was pleased. Little old ladies I could handle, but when you have to think of them bare-breasted and sexually active it was like catching your parents during sex…theirs, not yours.

“Let’s see if your pal is ready to see us,” she said. She stormed over to reception and demanded to see a doctor. To my amazement the blue-rinse receptionist gave in meekly, and two minutes later a tired-looking youth in a white coat came out to speak to us.

“You can speak to him now,” the doctor said. “But we’ll be keeping him in for today…he lost a lot of blood and is very weak.

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