Fallen + Marli & Lalo (Fallen Invasion, #3)
a headache all of a sudden last night?”
    “No, I said.  “It happened this morning.”
    “And you have a history of migraines?” Alana said.
    “Yes,” I said.
    “So it’s more likely to not be related,” Alana said.
    “Have there been any other strange illnesses?” Kallen asked.
    “No, not that I’ve seen,” Alana said.
    “Strange people?”
    “Everyone I’ve treated I knew.  Are you suggesting there is something out there?”
    Kallen nodded slowly.  “I thought I saw one last night.  An alien.”
    Oh no.  He saw Lalo. Wait, didn’t he just tell me he didn’t see anything?
    A faint smile lifted the corner of Alana’s lips.  “Kallen.”
    “It was late night,” Kallen continued.  “Around 2 a.m.  I couldn’t sleep.  So I dragged myself into my kitchen and...” His eyes drifted as if he was there again.  “And a light made me look outside.  It was only a reflection of the meteorite on the ground, but someone was hovering over it.  I was about to go outside and ask them what they were doing, but they started sniffing as if they were a dog, following a scent.  It sniffed the air and picked up a few pieces of the meteorite to inspect it too.”
    Kallen laughed.  “I saw its face, a woman’s face.  Then it started moving fast around Marli’s yard—too fast for any human.  It sprinted to different points to stop and sniff the areas.  Before it left, it stared at Marli’s house for a few minutes.  Seconds later, it was at her front porch.  I guess it heard something and scrambled away.”
    My eyes opened wide.  This thing was trying to find Lalo.  There was no way to tell if it was good or bad.  Suddenly the FBI was the least of my worries.
    Kallen locked his sight on me.  “That’s why I was wondering if you were hiding something Marli.  This thing, woman, whatever it was, circled your house a few times too.  I was terrified even though it wasn’t hunting me.  It basically gave me a really bad feeling you know.”
    Hunting!?
    “Oh Marli,” Alana said, putting her hand on my shoulder.  “You can stay with me if you want.  That doesn’t sound safe—being there by yourself.”
    “I’d rather stay at home,” I said.  Should I tell them?   “This is weird and scary but...”  I closed my eyes for a few seconds.  “I should be alright shouldn’t I?  It ran away.  I have no idea why it came.”
    “It’s looking for whatever came with that meteorite,” Kallen said.  “There were pieces of meteorites in your yard, Marli.  I think it was one big rock that broke apart.  Whatever came is gone.  But we need to find that thing, that woman I saw, before it comes back and tries to hurt someone, which would most likely be you Marli.”
    “Yeah, I agree,” I said.  “I just want to go lie down though.  I can’t think about other stuff hurting me when this migraine is killing me.”
    “But what are you going to do if it comes back today?” Alana said.  “Marli—”
    “I can watch out for her,” Kallen said.  “I took off work today too.  And I told one of my associates about the incident.  With everything going down the way it has—he believed me.  He is working on getting in contact with the government.  Someone who deals with these things.”
    I hope this is just one of Kallen’s delusions.
    “There are people who do that?” Alana asked.
    “Yeah,” Kallen said.
    “Seems right up your alley,” Alana said.
    “It is,” Kallen said.  “That’s why I love my job.”
    “You never told me what you do exactly,” I said, forgetting that I didn’t want to talk because of my pretend headache.  If he worked with the government, I needed to know.
    “Remember I told you,” Kallen said.  “Contract work.  You know.  Writing.  Most are scientific and medical papers.  Sometimes I do technical...”
    Why does he meet with his team once a month then?
    “Alright, enough stalling,” Kallen said.  “Let’s get you home to
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