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Histories of the Void Garden, Book 1: Pyre of Dreams
Book: Histories of the Void Garden, Book 1: Pyre of Dreams Read Online Free
Author: Damian Huntley
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brought the blade down beside
the right side of his chin and moved it slowly out towards his ear,
following the line of his jaw. West’s eyes traced the gentle curve
and slight hollow of Charlene Osterman’s cheeks, then he gazed at
the corners of her mouth as she stroked three lines with the blade
down the right side of his neck, all the while holding his skin
gently taught with her free hand.
    There … there
it was, that gentle twist and spasm of the skin at the corner of
Charlene’s mouth. That was what West had been watching … waiting
for. The blade dropped to the floor with a clatter and West closed
his eyes and allowed himself to wade in the half silent
reverberations caused by that razor shaped penny hitting the floor.
He felt Charlene’s hands fall to his shoulders and start to slide
down to his chest. He gripped her hands gently, but firmly,
climbing quickly out of the chair as he ducked from between the
hollow of Charlene’s crossed arms, dancing quickly behind her and
catching her before she fell completely into unconsciousness.

CHAPTER THREE
Questions
     
    Upon his return to
Washington, David Beach had been called in for questioning several
times. In the first week, he had felt almost exhilarated to be the
center of attention; however, as the weeks wore on, it became
tedious, the same questions coming up again and again.
    “Did you
receive any unusual phone calls in the week leading up to the March
10th?”
    David’s heavy
eyes rolled as he sighed a world weary response, “No, I’ve
explained this already, I was on a week-long vacation with my
daughter. The only phone call I received during the entire week,
other than from my sister, was from Undersecretary Carlton.”
    Sitting across
from David, the agent ran his fingertips across the smooth steel
surface of the table before reaching for his glass of water. He
took a slow sip from the glass before continuing with his
questions, “Please Mr Beach, I understand your frustration. We are
doing everything we can to build a thoroughly accurate time-line
for everybody surrounding the key figures of the
administration.”
    David chewed a
fingernail idly, annoyed by a snag that kept catching on the fabric
of his sports jacket, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to come off as
frustrated, it just feels like you guys should have some of this
straight by now.”
    Agent McMahon
didn’t like David Beach much. He was pulling out every trick in his
limited repertoire of people handling skills to try to demonstrate
to Mr Beach that they should be friends in this matter, but when he
got right down to it, McMahon didn’t trust anyone now, and it
showed. He hadn’t offered David any water, but that wasn’t
tactical, that was just McMahon. He knew Mr Beach was itching to
get out of this interview and pick his daughter up from the crèche
facilities down the hall, and he contemplated needling him about
this. It was probably a cheap shot, but he wondered if perhaps
cheap would steer this conversation in the right direction.
    Thinking better
of this, McMahon flicked the side of his glass of water a couple of
times before continuing, “Mr Beach, we have many notes on what you
have told us about your vacation week. The problem we have is that
something isn’t quite tallying up between your statements, and the
statements we have collated from other members of the
administration.”
    David Beach
leaned slowly towards the table, resting his elbows on the hard
surface and cupping his head in his hands, “You’ve checked my phone
records?”
    “Yes.”
    “And they
corroborate with what I’ve told you?”
    “Yes Mr Beach,
your phone records do.”
    “So what …
what’s the problem here?” David felt like there was something that
he was missing, some malevolent undertone to the line of
questioning.
    “It’s a matter
of timing Mr Beach. As I said, we are trying to build an accurate
time line and your conversation with Undersecretary Carlton brings
into question

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