Once a Fae by Tom Keller

Author:Tom Keller [Keller, Tom]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2019-01-09T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

"Hello," I said, picking up the phone. I looked over at the clock on the nightstand. It was barely 7:00 a.m. A little early for me, but then I'd been up late, going through Robert's library again, looking for anything that might lend a clue as to why I was here.

"Good morning, sir. This is the front gate," a female voice said. "You have a visitor here that's not on the list. Michelle Brickey is her name. She says you're expecting her."

"Oh, right," I replied, swinging my legs over the bed. "My apologies. I should have let you know. Yeah. Let her through." I threw on a pair of pants and a shirt. I had to chuckle. I guess knowing my phone number wasn't enough for her to make an impression. I headed downstairs and started the coffee, then paused to review the scroll Diantha had left on the counter so I could turn off the wards.

"A little early, isn’t it?" I asked, meeting her at the door. "I'm not sure if you're trying to make a point or just throw me off guard."

"A little of both," she replied, chuckling as she handed me the newspaper she'd picked up from the driveway. She took a seat at the table and started going through the leather valise she was carrying.

"Coffee?" I asked as I walked over to the pot. I pulled some cups from the cupboard and held one up as I spoke.

"Sure," she said, removing a file folder from the bag. "Cream and sugar if you have it."

"Not a problem," I replied, fixing both cups before sitting down across from her. I leaned over and set her cup down as she pushed the files across the table toward me. "So, what'd you bring me?"

"What you asked for," she said as I opened the first folder. "Stuff from the last 50 plus years or so. To be honest, there may be more in the archives, but this is what I had available. I brought the cop stories too, but I got the impression that wasn't what you were looking for."

"You'd be right," I replied, perusing the file. Most of the information was familiar. There were obits of my mom and dad, as well as articles outlining the plane crash. My father had been a pilot stationed in Germany. He'd met my mother there and eventually, they'd married and moved to Las Vegas where he continued to fly. Just like in my universe, the cause of the crash was never determined, although pilot error was the most common explanation. But then again, Vegas lacked the amenities of modern airports and follow up investigations weren't always timely back then.

Other than my birth announcement, the stories about me were mostly academic or the like. I'd won a local spelling bee in the third grade and played football in high school. Apparently, I was a good student. In college, I graduated with honors from what was here still called Nevada Southern University.

Then there were the stories about the poor boy whose parents died.

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