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mind rebelling. It was obvious Kelto's cool demeanor and almost academic approach to the situation annoyed him. "You want me to believe this incredible yarn, yet you can't even tell me who gave you the damn note." |
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"I can assure you that the Emissary walks among us," Kelto said confidently. "Otherwise, he would arouse too much suspicion as he made his preparations." |
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"Preparations for what?" Madden fumed. |
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"Sate will awaken; it is so written in the Book of Commitments." |
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Madden turned away from the young man in disgust and walked back over to the body of Glenna Austin. He studied her for a moment, then turned to B.C. "Okay," he began, his voice softening, "tell me what you saw when you came in here." |
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Brenda Cashman was hugging herself against the pervading chill. In the long shadows of the flickering candle, she somehow looked thinner and even more vulnerable than usual. She walked over to the door, her finger pensively stroking her lower lip and began to retrace her steps. "We just came in. We didn't knock because the door was ajar. We both commented that it was strange that the old woman would leave the door open because it was so damp and chilly. We could see that there was a candle burning, and we figured she had to be here." |
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