Evil Ways by Justin Gustainis

Author:Justin Gustainis [Gustainis, Justin]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Occult & Supernatural
ISBN: 9781844166534
Publisher: Solaris
Published: 2009-01-04T16:00:00+00:00

IV WISDOM

Chapter 15

In a U.S. Government warehouse outside Boston, Special Agent Colleen O'Donnell wrote her Federal ID number, FBI shield number, and signature at the bottom of the form she had just filled out, and handed it to one of the clerks working the front counter.

Then she walked over to the nearby waiting area and took the chair next to Fenton. "Shouldn't be too long." she said. "He's going to jump us over a few people in the queue."

"How'd you manage that?"

"Guess he must've liked my smile."

"Um. If I was to say something like 'Or maybe it was your tits,' that'd probably be sexual harassment wouldn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess. If I chose to treat it that way. And you know what a tight-ass I can be, sometimes."

"I better not say it, then."

"Just as well. You never can tell how people will react to stuff like that."

"Yeah."

After a minute or so, she said, "Anyway, I don't think they're that great."

"Huh?"

"My tits."

"Oh. Them."

Ten minutes later, the clerk called them over. "Okay," he said. "Looks like we've got two crates for subject Christine Abernathy. Says here, 'Clothing and household items.' Where you want 'em?"

Colleen and Fenton looked at each other. "Two crates," Fenton said. "Jeez."

She looked at the clerk, a middle-aged man with bifocals whose name tag read "Orville Lang," and said, "Is there an empty room around here, or maybe an office that nobody uses? We need to examine this stuff, and we'd prefer not to have to truck it someplace, then bring it back." She stared into the man's eyes, held them with her own, and pushed, just a little. "We'd really appreciate it."

Lang blinked a couple of times. "Uh, lemme check. Just a second."

"Wow," Fenton said softly. "Some smile."

Without turning to look at him, Colleen murmured, "No, I'm pretty sure it's my tits."

Lang returned and said, "Looks like Building Four's about half empty. Should give you lots of room, if you want it."

Colleen looked at Fenton with raised eyebrows, received a nod, and said to Lang, "That will do very nicely."

Half an hour later, Colleen and Fenton were in Building Four, a warehouse that was, as the clerk had promised, only about half-full with stored material. That meant there was enough open space left to play a regulation game of Arena Football.

They had the place to themselves—just them, a borrowed crowbar, and two wooden crates containing the worldly goods of the late Christine Abernathy.

"How come we've got this stuff, and not her family?" Fenton asked.

"There was no family that anybody could find," Colleen told him. "We looked pretty thoroughly, believe me. I realize we could've just left this stuff in the house, let the bank holding the mortgage worry about it. But, I don't know…"

"You had one of your feelings," Fenton said.

"Yeah, something like that," she said with a tiny smile.

"Well, looks like that intuition of yours was on the money, again." Fenton picked up the crowbar. "Might as well get started."

Like the main building where they had started, this warehouse had a long counter running across its front.

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