The Keeper: Alexa LeGardien Read Online Free PDF Page B

hands moved faster than her own mind. She quickly opened the metal lid of the box.
    “What the hell?”
    From where Matt stood, the lid which was propped up at a ninety-degree angle, blocked his view of what commanded Alexa’s exclamation.
    “What is it?” He asked out of curiosity.
    “That’s a very good question.” She sent a daring glare at Leeman’s direction. She knew for certain that he knew more than he let on.
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    “Y O. Watson look-alike,” Alexa called out to Leeman, who in response, lowered his smoking pipe from his mouth. “What am I supposed to do now?”
    She turned the box so that everyone else could see exactly what she saw. Another security Lock but not the kind that could easily be opened by a key. This security section held a number pad and two screens of different sizes that held a green tilt to them.
    “I don’t know. What are you supposed to do now?” Leeman retorted in a very unconcerned manner as if he were waiting for her to see something.
    Alexa let out a very annoyed grunt and took a look at the button that caught her eye. You know, that one button that calls out to you that you know you should probably leave alone, but at the same time, you know you have to push it. And she did just that.
    An automated voice from the box spoke. “State your name, please.”
    The voice alarmed Alexa. She definitely did not expect that. If anything at all, a timed bomb or something of that calibre. “Um . . .”
    “Name,” it repeated with the same shaky toneless voice.
    “Alexa LeGardien.”
    “Full name, please.”
    Alexa hesitated for a slight second. “That is my full name. This is stupid.” It was almost like the box was hell bent on embarrassing her. She even thought of just slamming it shut and walking out.
    “Full name, please,” the robotic voice repeated.
    After a second of thought, Alexa decided to play the game. “Alexandra Margaux LeGardien.” She heard a snicker emerge from Matt. “Don’t.”
    He completely ignored her statement and went for it, “I didn’t know you were named Margaux .”
    “And that’s exactly how we are going to continue, unless you want to end up with a dislocated elbow.”
    Matt waved his hands by his sides jokingly surrendering. “Whatever you say... Margaux .”
    “Seriously, stop it.” She jokingly punched him on his shoulder. She was about to say something else when the voice from the box laid another command.
    “Place your right thumb on the blinking screen.”
    Alexa saw one of the screens blink rapidly. So, she did as ordered. After a full scan of her right thumb, it spoke again. When she walked out of the correctional centre, she would not have thought that this was how her day would be going. Everything was sort of bunkers. What did she expect to get out of this by the end of the day? She did not know the answer to that, but you know what they say about curiosity.
    “Left thumb.”
    She did that without complaint. Curiosity had succeeded in piquing her interest.
    “Welcome, Miss Alexandra Margaux LeGardien.”
    “Once again, it’s Alex or Alexa.”
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    “W HAT the hell is this? I think it’s time for some answers. Don’t you, Matt?”
    “Absolutely.” He jumped to Alexa’s side. “This is weird and sort of creepy. A lot creepy, actually.”
    The box had finally opened to reveal what was so secretly placed within it. It was divided up into sections, with each section holding something antique. Everything in the box seemed to be of a lot of value and it was probably her parents’, she still couldn’t be sure due to everyone’s ‘non-talking’ pact. So the question remained, why wasn’t anyone willing to talk?
    Her eyes immediately fell on one of its contents, a grail shaped cup. It appeared to be made out of pure gold, but that was seemingly impossible in Alexa’s mind.
    She quickly reached for it and