Keeley Thomson (Book 2): Keelzebub Read Online Free

spoon down in the oversized clear bowl and pushed her chair in.
    “Right. Well, I better be off then, if I’m getting donuts first.” She waved a bit, hoping that leaving the dish on the table wasn’t rude.
    Darla jumped up and gave her a little hug, made truly strange by the fact that no information came from her while she did. It was a racial trait. When they touched someone, they knew them. Everything about them, their memories, their goals, and desires. Nothing was hidden. It didn’t work that way when they touched each other though, thank God.
    Well, she would, except, of course, the Christian God might not be real. According to Darla anyway. Then she was kind of an anti-Christian bigot, wasn’t she? Keeley didn’t know why, and didn’t really want to bring the topic up.
    Why stir up problems on issues that she couldn’t really do anything about?
    Darla stepped back and patted her shoulder firmly.
    “Roy likes Bavarian cream. Make sure to get some in the mix, if possible.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter two
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    “May I help you?” The officer behind the desk looked both bored and bland, his salt and pepper gray mustache was tidy and the lines around his eyes made him look a little bit like he was a jerk most of the time, but his keen police observational skills had noticed the three large boxes she carried right off. The side of the giant pink things said they were from Sandy’s Bakery, which, in Keeley’s opinion, had the best donuts around. These were a little old having been made that morning, but still good. She’d eaten a couple on the way over, just to check.
    “Delivery for the Chief. If you could tell him Keeley Thomson is here to see him? With a dozen Bavarian cream donuts? I got the bar kind, I hope that’s OK?” She smiled at the man, forcing herself to remember what being calm and happy felt like. It washed over her so strongly her body responded without thinking about the specifics. She stood straight, relaxed, and as if she was just visiting her dad at work.
    “I brought some to share, by the way.” She looked down at the box and decided to go into a rundown of what was actually in the boxes if the man didn’t move soon.
    After looking at her a little coolly for a few moments the man nodded.
    “Got any Jelly filled?”
    “Of course. Who doesn’t get Jelly? Raspberry, cherry and lemon. Second box down.”
    The man held up a finger and hit a single button on his desk phone, a big thing that had probably been there longer than Keeley had been alive, it had an actual cord and everything. He held the well worn black hand piece to his right ear.
    “Chief? Front desk, we have a young lady here to see you a,” His hand went over the mouthpiece. “Sorry…”
    “Keeley Thomson.”
    “Right, Keeley Thomson, here to see you? She brought donuts… Send her back? Yes sir.”
    The man smiled and pointed through a single dark blue door to his left. The white tile had blue flecks in it, which was a bit ugly. It probably hadn’t been done on purpose, but everything about the place had been decorated to foster despair. The colors were all off shades, not pure colors of anything. It was teal, she noticed, not true blue, a color that people thought was soothing at first, but that could overwhelm a person and make their subconscious mind think of drowning. The walls were nearly the same color, the ceilings white, like the surface of water, if you were in too deep and had no hope of reaching the surface. The furniture was old and uncomfortable looking too, hard plastic in a brilliant orange that no one in history could have ever really liked, unless they were liars or blind. It made the nerves jangle and the whole place feel like death was about to happen at any second.
    Keeley headed toward the door and had to wait to be buzzed in, which would have made sense if she were going the other direction, where the prisoners were held, but she got the