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stood waiting until he heard the lock
click into place. “Get some sleep!” Landon called as he stepped off the
porch and walked silently to his truck.
He would make someone a nice catch Becki decided. She would start
keeping her eyes open for someone she thought might be good for him.
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“Sean,” Royce whispered, “they have moved me to a new location.”
    “I’ve got you,” Sean responded immediately, “and you will never
believe where you are.”
“You are talking to the guy who just spent two years ‘swimming with
the fishes’,” Royce responded. “I’ll believe just about anything.”
“Let’s not dwell on the past.”
“That’s easy for you to say.”
“You remember Ryker’s house on Isle of Palms?” Sean quickly
diverted, “It looks like you are on his deck.”
“No shit? Come and get me,” Royce growled, “I think my spleen is
bruised from being pushed out of the truck bed.”
“I’m en-route now Boss; I should be there by mid-morning. I’ve
talked to Joanna who said the moonlight should have triggered the
unlocking
sequence
associated with the
spell.
It looks
like they
vaporized your body, but she said everything should return to normal
when the crate opens,” Sean reassured him, then added slyly, “with little
or no side effects.”
“This son-of-a-bitch is still locked up tight,” Royce said as he tested
the top and sides of the crate again with his fists. “I guess I’ll sit tight,
and I do mean that literally, for the next few hours. Tell Joanna she had
better be right about this.”
“She is working on a contingency plan, just in case,” Sean said
cheerfully. “I’m getting ready to go through the mountains, so I may
lose you.”
“Alright, just hurry,” Royce urged. Thinking back to what Sean had
said earlier, he asked, “What ‘side effects’ are we talking about?”
Of course, there was no immediate response.
“Sean? Sean! Damn it, this is not funny.”
“Sorry Boss, just kidding.”
Royce heard rustling sounds from Sean’s end of the conversation. He
was multi-tasking; Sean could never do just one thing at a time. He had
too much energy. It wore a man out trying to keep up with him.
“I’ve got to take this link from the council. I’ll see you soon,” Sean
said in a rush, disconnecting before Royce could get a straight answer
about the possible “side-effects” Joanna had mentioned.
What the hell is going on with the Council? He needed a full update
on the status of all missions. He also needed this damn crate to open,
his body was becoming more solid, and the son-of-a-bitch was getting
tight. Why were the Witches involved, Royce wondered, and why did they care
about the coins? He could not believe they had done this to him. He had
known the majority of all practicing Witches for most of his adult life,
counting them as friend, not foe. It didn’t hurt that his sister was half
Witch, which probably explained why they hadn’t just killed him. He
might as well try to get some sleep while he waited for the moon to work
its magic. As he closed his eyes, trying not to dwell on how hot it was
getting inside that box, he wondered what morning would bring.
Inside the house, Becki turned out the lights and headed to bed.
Before putting her phone on the charger, she sent a quick text to Kurt; Stop by tomorrow? Need ur help. Nothing wrong! Night love u B. She added the
part about there being ‘nothing wrong’, because she didn’t want him to
jump in his truck and drive over to her house the second he was
conscious enough to read the text message.
Kurt was very much like his father, Becki’s grandfather. Both men
were fiercely protective of their girls and worked hard to keep them all
happy. Papaw always said he could “fix anything but a broken heart ”.
He could too , she thought smiling. The world needed more men like that.
Becki thought about the crate, imagining what might be inside.
Just
before sleep claimed her, she felt a shimmer of unease