World War: The ReLife Project Book 2 by C.M. Dancha

Author:C.M. Dancha [Dancha, C.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

GOODBYE ZURICH

"Raul told us to drive directly to the transport terminal and don't stop anywhere along the way. He was adamant about that."

"I know, Easton, but I can't leave without my grandmother’s antique box. It's almost four hundred years old and has been in my family ever since you and…" Rollie caught himself before saying that the box had been in the family since Easton and Sally Hemings were lovers in colonial America. "I have to get the box, Easton. I don't care what Raul said."

Easton fell silent, a hard look of concentration on his face. Something was going through his mind and it came out when he said, "Is that the box with the carved ‘H’ on the lid?"

Rollie was stunned and let the hover vehicle wander outside the lane markers. This was the first time Easton had verbalized any memories from his prior life as Thomas Jefferson. Before he could respond, Easton continued. "It has a trick compartment or drawer, doesn't it?"

"You're right Easton. How do you know that?"

"I don't know. It popped into my head." Easton stared at Rollie. "Do you know why I should know about that box?"

"Yes, but we’re almost at my apartment. As soon as we get the box, I'll answer your question. In fact, it's time to answer many of your questions."

The hover vehicle parked fifty yards past the entrance to the apartment building. The two men got out and walked toward Rollie's apartment.

It had been weeks since Rollie was killed in the apartment. The entrance door was taped over and a ‘Do Not Enter’ warning sign from the Medical Examiner's office was posted on the adjacent wall. Surprisingly, the same entrance code worked so Rollie and Easton ducked under the tape and entered the apartment.

Rollie stood inside the door and stared as though he was unearthing an ancient pharaoh's tomb for the first time. Other than the mess created by investigators searching for evidence, not much had changed. Chairs and sofas were overturned and kitchen cabinets emptied. Two dried blood pools caught Rollie's attention on the rug in the living area. Rollie reasoned that the larger one was his and the smaller one belonged to the puppy. Why anyone would kill such an innocent animal was beyond his comprehension.

He stepped over a few obstacles on the floor and went into the living area. Behind the overturned sofa, he found his grandmother's maple box. He picked it up and headed for the front door. He was experiencing a weird feeling about being in the room of his own murder and wanted to leave right away.

"Easton, let's get out of here."

Easton snatched up two bottles of wine from the kitchen counter and followed Rollie. When they got back to the hover vehicle, Rollie switched from self-drive to auto-drive and spoke into the control panel. "Terminal number thirty-two at the transport complex.". The vehicle pulled into traffic to begin the twenty-minute trip to their destination. With the vehicle on auto-drive, Rollie could have a serious conversation with his great grandfather.

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