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hobo. Leave him alone, and he’ll move on when he wakes up. Now get on with ya. You’re late for breakfast and service is in ten minutes. Namirha won’t be pleased if you’re late.”
“Well, all right. You…you know what’s best,” David stammered. “Let’s go. You heard him. It’s best if we go. We don’t want to anger The Source. Thanks. Good day.”
Agremon grunted as the two cult members of The Source hurried into the Mess Hall and turned his attention to the rotting mess on the ground before him. Kneeling down, he sized the man up pretty quickly. This is no drunkard. He’s a heroin addict holding on to the last tethers of his miserable, sorry-ass life . Even with the ravages of addiction, he could tell that with some food and care, he would return to a strapping man of possibilities.
With the building of The Source global headquarters in full swing, Satan, known to most these days as Namirha, had innumerable tasks for him to complete. They’d become almost impossible to juggle, especially with being in charge of kidnapping Hannah Livingston, Namirha’s key to world domination. I could use a grunt to help out with the more menial jobs. Given the right attention and incentive, this lowlife could make my existence a whole lot easier. I’ll kill him when he outlives his usefulness .
He picked up the stench-ridden mass of flesh and took him to the infirmary, where he waited impatiently while the staff cleaned him up, woke him up, and fed him.
“Don’t you think you should put that somewhere safe if it’s that important to you?” The nurse tried some conversation as she fed the patient a bowl of soup.
Agremon watched as the man grunted in response and put the photo, clamped in his fist, in his wallet. The nurse wiped his face when he had finished his meal, and he immediately fell asleep. “Let me know when he wakes for good and is coherent. I think he’ll be interested to know I’m giving him a new lease on his pathetic life.” Agremon walked away with a grin on his face and the beginnings of a sinister plot in his mind. Evil just got a new playmate.
Chapter Three
Sedona, Arizona
Present
“Well, I hope you all enjoyed your Spiritual Enlightenment tour. May you find yourselves refreshed, reenergized, and on your way to spiritual contentment. Please come back and join us anytime you need to recharge your batteries,” Serena chirped, dying to recharge her own.
“Oh, thank you so much, Serena.” One of the ladies in the group gave her a hug and stepped back. “We had a wonderful experience and can’t wait to bring our friends next time! Good-bye!”
She smiled and walked into the lobby of her office. Callie sat at the reception desk, talking on the phone. “Yo, Serena! A delivery came for you this morning. It’s in the office on your desk.” She immediately went back to her phone conversation.
A delivery ? I’m not expecting anything, am I ? My birthday is a good six months away, but maybe…could it possibly be …?
Running as fast as her legs could carry her, Serena raced to her office with a smile as wide as the Verde Valley itself. She swung the door open, about to jump into the welcoming arms of…an empty desk.
Her smile faded slowly. Foolish girl ! Stupid, foolish girl ! To think after a year and a half, Jared would magically show up in my office after all this time. Idiot !
A year and a half, and she hadn’t heard one word from him. He’d fallen off the planet and nobody could find him. Not the police, not a private investigator, nor her. She couldn’t tell anyone about Dr. Chappo, knowing in her heart Jared had stolen from him. And then he vanished into thin air, leaving her with more questions that anyone had answers to.
The past eighteen months had been a living hell. She’d taken a leave of absence from her very successful Jeep Tour business up until two weeks ago, living on the road in an RV, following leads that turned into dead ends
“Well, all right. You…you know what’s best,” David stammered. “Let’s go. You heard him. It’s best if we go. We don’t want to anger The Source. Thanks. Good day.”
Agremon grunted as the two cult members of The Source hurried into the Mess Hall and turned his attention to the rotting mess on the ground before him. Kneeling down, he sized the man up pretty quickly. This is no drunkard. He’s a heroin addict holding on to the last tethers of his miserable, sorry-ass life . Even with the ravages of addiction, he could tell that with some food and care, he would return to a strapping man of possibilities.
With the building of The Source global headquarters in full swing, Satan, known to most these days as Namirha, had innumerable tasks for him to complete. They’d become almost impossible to juggle, especially with being in charge of kidnapping Hannah Livingston, Namirha’s key to world domination. I could use a grunt to help out with the more menial jobs. Given the right attention and incentive, this lowlife could make my existence a whole lot easier. I’ll kill him when he outlives his usefulness .
He picked up the stench-ridden mass of flesh and took him to the infirmary, where he waited impatiently while the staff cleaned him up, woke him up, and fed him.
“Don’t you think you should put that somewhere safe if it’s that important to you?” The nurse tried some conversation as she fed the patient a bowl of soup.
Agremon watched as the man grunted in response and put the photo, clamped in his fist, in his wallet. The nurse wiped his face when he had finished his meal, and he immediately fell asleep. “Let me know when he wakes for good and is coherent. I think he’ll be interested to know I’m giving him a new lease on his pathetic life.” Agremon walked away with a grin on his face and the beginnings of a sinister plot in his mind. Evil just got a new playmate.
Chapter Three
Sedona, Arizona
Present
“Well, I hope you all enjoyed your Spiritual Enlightenment tour. May you find yourselves refreshed, reenergized, and on your way to spiritual contentment. Please come back and join us anytime you need to recharge your batteries,” Serena chirped, dying to recharge her own.
“Oh, thank you so much, Serena.” One of the ladies in the group gave her a hug and stepped back. “We had a wonderful experience and can’t wait to bring our friends next time! Good-bye!”
She smiled and walked into the lobby of her office. Callie sat at the reception desk, talking on the phone. “Yo, Serena! A delivery came for you this morning. It’s in the office on your desk.” She immediately went back to her phone conversation.
A delivery ? I’m not expecting anything, am I ? My birthday is a good six months away, but maybe…could it possibly be …?
Running as fast as her legs could carry her, Serena raced to her office with a smile as wide as the Verde Valley itself. She swung the door open, about to jump into the welcoming arms of…an empty desk.
Her smile faded slowly. Foolish girl ! Stupid, foolish girl ! To think after a year and a half, Jared would magically show up in my office after all this time. Idiot !
A year and a half, and she hadn’t heard one word from him. He’d fallen off the planet and nobody could find him. Not the police, not a private investigator, nor her. She couldn’t tell anyone about Dr. Chappo, knowing in her heart Jared had stolen from him. And then he vanished into thin air, leaving her with more questions that anyone had answers to.
The past eighteen months had been a living hell. She’d taken a leave of absence from her very successful Jeep Tour business up until two weeks ago, living on the road in an RV, following leads that turned into dead ends
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