CHAPTER 6
Demanding Retribution
Slate City. 23rd May 2038 – 14:27
In the waiting room of Slate City General Hospital, the white walls are covered in paintings that are supposed to have a calming influence on the patients and the anxious relatives. Beautiful views of lakes, snow-capped mountains and fields filled with endless rows of sunflowers and poppies.
On the south wall, hanging from the ceiling is a twenty four inch television showing an old repeat of
Diagnosis Murder where
Dick Van Dyke is again solving yet another unsolvable murder with the help of his medical side-kicks. On the north wall is another television showing clips of polar bears and penguins in the arctic. There is a large tank on the cabinet against the west wall, filled with tropical fish covered in beautiful colors.
No one seems to have any idea what type of fish they are, but some of the patients and relatives cant help but look at them. They seem to have a calming effect as they swim and glide effortlessly around the tank, the dull hum of the bubble machine and fluorescent lights are slightly hypnotic.
The patients sit on the soft chairs and couches that a scattered throughout the room, they groan and moan almost in harmony as they cradle their aches and pains. The ones that aren't groaning, cough and sneeze as they wait for their antibiotics.
Children of all ages sit and cry, babies screech for food or a nappy change, older children cry as they cradle their cuts and breaks from falling out of trees and play fights that got too rough. Each of the various noises fill the room, silencing the sound of the televisions or the fish tank.
Captain Karen Edge paces the room as she awaits news from the nurse that went to check on Grants recovery. She feels her impatience growing with each second that ticks by on the unbelievably loud grandfather clock in the corner of the room.
She is tempted to walk over to it and smash it to bits with the heel of her boot and the anger in her heart. Her frustration gets the better of her and she starts walking toward the large clock, her eyes locked on the gold face. They move down and she glares at the gold pendulum swinging back and forth.
The clocks heart. All she has to do is put her hand inside its wooden chest and rip it out.
Karen is five paces from it when the nurse enters the room, she is a little woman in her fifties. Her pink tunic almost hangs of her skinny body, her black trousers look far too large. Even though she is less than five feet tall she carries herself well, her body filled with a hidden strength, making her seem a lot tougher than her frail body implies.
“Captain Edge?” Her voice is soft and soothing, like a woman telling a bedtime story. “The doctor says that you can see him now.”
The nurse makes a gesture for Karen to follow as she turns and heads back down the hallway to the nurses station.
Karen stands at the counter and the nurse hands her a folder, asking if she can take it to the doctor. She tells Karen the number of the room that Grant is in and points her in the direction.
Karen thanks the nurse and the little woman smiles at her.
“Thats alright, my love. You go on now, I'm sure the young man will be glad to see you.” She smiles again and gives Karen a wink. In a
'know what I mean?' kind of way.
She again thanks the nurse and proceeds down the hospital corridor toward the designated room, the smell of ammonia and antiseptic swabs assault her nostrils with each breath.
Karen Edge considers herself sexy for a career woman, most women would wear a suit and tie their hair back, making themselves look more sophisticated but
a lot older in the process.
Not Karen though.
She enjoys feeling like a woman and like most women, she is not afraid to use it to her advantage.
Karen
has never and
will never sleep with anyone to get her way but she is more than willing to be flirtatious and throw a coy wink here or there.
As she walks down the hall, her hips sway seductively, the way a stick-thin-supermodel would strut down a catwalk as she models the latest in over-expensive fashion.
Her heels make a clacking noise with each step she takes, her stonewashed-jeans are skin tight and accentuate the perfect muscle structure in her calves and thighs. The waist of her jeans barely hiding the white, lace thong she wears underneath them. She is wearing a tank top that hangs loose at her ribcage but tight around her firm but supple breasts, one of the shoulder straps hangs loose revealing a white bra strap that seems to match her thong.
She tucks her shoulder length, blonde hair behind her ear as she approaches the door. She puts her palm on the handle, she takes a deep breath before she turns it, opens the door and steps into the room.
Alex Grant is sat on the edge of the bed, a doctor sits opposite him checking his eyes for any sign of concussion. The doctor stops examining Grant and turns to face Karen.
“Can I help you?” He asks, sounding slightly aggravated at the interruption.
Karen feels unwittingly apologetic, although she can't discern why. “Yes, I'm here to take Alex home. The nurse asked me to pass this folder on to you.”
She hands the doctor the folder and he snatches it off of her. He huffs and puffs as he flips through the pages, he adjusts his glasses and looks at Karen. He seems to lose his train of thought for a moment, until he shakes his head and snaps back to his senses.
“Of course.” He says suddenly. “I have a few forms for you to sign and then he can leave.”
Karen follows the doctor out of the room.
She has known Grant for most of her life. They first met when they were ten and were instant friends. From studying to riding on their bikes, her, Grant and Toby used to do everything together. At fifteen, Karen and Grant had started dating. The three of them joined the Academy when they turned eighteen. When they graduated from the academy at twenty one, Karen and Grant had gotten married. They had been married for eight years until she divorced him last year.
Karen had gone back to using her maiden name almost immediately, she always loved Grant and still did. They just wanted different things out of life, Grant wanted kids and Karen wanted a career. It broke her heart to divorce him but she wanted him to be happy and have a family.
They had still remained close, but it was difficult.
Not only is she his ex, she is his boss too.
Karen signs the discharge forms and heads back to Grants recovery room.
She enters the room as Grant puts his jeans on, he reaches into the cabinet and pulls his shirt out of it.
She had forgotten how perfect his body is, it still takes her breath away. For a second her mind goes back to the days that they were together and for a moment she longs to feel his body against her again.
To feel him inside her.
Feel his breath on her as their warm bodies rub and writhe against each other.
Karen looks away as Grant notices her staring at him, she feels her face warm up as her cheeks turn red. Grant puts his shirt on and fastens the buttons.
“What happened to Toby?” He asks as he ties his Doc Marten boots. “Everyone keeps changing the subject when I bring it up.”
Karen looks away from him, trying to hide her sadness.
“Tell me.” Grant demands as he stands up from the bed and grabs his coat.
“He died before the paramedics arrived.” She moves towards him and wraps her arms around him. She embraces him for a moment. “I'm so sorry Alex. If there's anythi...”
“I want the case. I want to find the guy that killed him.” Grant says as he pulls away from her and looks her in the eyes. He then leaves the room, thanking the doctor as he passes him on the corridor.
“The case is your's but you're going to need a new partner.” She says as she follows him down the corridor.
Grant stops walking and turns to glare at Karen.
“I don't need a new partner! I can kill this Son-of-a-bitch myself.” He starts toward the exit again, thanking the frail nurse as he passes the nurses station.
“If you don't take a new partner then you will be off the case Alex!”
“I don't care!” Grant shouts at her, the patients and nurses in the hallway stop to look at them, someone quietly tells them to shush. Grant lowers his voice. “I will hunt the bastard with or without your permission.” Grant tries to stop the quaking in his voice.
“I know you will but you have to promise me that you will give it a chance.” She grabs Grants arm gently. “Toby was my friend too.” She looks into his eyes. “I know how you feel.”
“You don't know me anymore. I changed the day you divorced me. Toby was the only friend I had left.” Grant tugs his arm from her grip and walks away.
“Your new partner may be the only one that can stop this guy!” Karen calls down the corridor.
Grant stops and looks back at Karen, his eyebrows raised questioningly as Karen approaches him.
“You make it sound like the killer is some kinda monster.”
“I read the statement you gave yesterday.” Karen pulls a piece of paper from the back pocket of her jeans and unfolds it as she hands it to him.
Grant looks over the statement he had given. It was very accurate as far as he can remember. He hands the statement back to Karen.
“I was obviously delirious from the concussion.” Grant turns to walk away again.
“I can prove that you weren't. Give me one hour to prove it.”
Grant almost laughed, if it weren't for the serious look on Karen's face he probably would have.
“Okay, you have one hour to convince me that I need a new partner.”
They leave the hospital together and get into Karen's car, the car pulls out of the hospital car park and heads to the station.
There was a time when Grant used to hang on Karen's every word. He used to be unable to take his eyes off of her sexy, lithe body. Her green eyes are still as hypnotic as they used to be. Since the divorce though, his heart broke every time he saw her. He still loved her a lot more than he cared to admit to himself. He longed for the old days. He wanted her back more than he wanted anything else. Making it extremely hard for him to listen to her these days, he used to get the
highlights off of Toby.
During the drive to the station Karen said something about a conspiracy that made Grant laugh so much that the wound on the back of his head started to ache. Other than that he had no clue as to what she had babbled on about.
It all seemed like nonsense.
Once they got to the station they move through the crowds of uniformed officers and their perpetrators and head to the back, towards Karen's office. As they enter the office, Grant notices a guy sat at the desk, the man stands as they enter. Karen shakes the mans hand, Grant looks at him.
The man is around six foot two inches, slim to medium build, short, dark hair, with a pale complexion.
He is dressed all in black.
Black jeans, a black silk shirt and a full length, leather trench coat.
Grant doesn't like him. He reluctantly shakes the pale mans hand.
The guys hand is cold, which Grant finds odd as it's always roasting hot in Karen's office. Grant feels an odd feeling rise from the pit of his stomach. There is something off about this guy, something in his eyes that quietly terrifies Grant but he isn't sure why.
The pale man has the cold, soulless eyes of a shark.
They all sit.
Karen's secretary brings in two mugs of coffee, the pale man already has one. Karen waits for her to leave before she starts.
“Detective Alex Grant, this is Alchemy Agent Connor.” Karen says as she sips at her steaming hot coffee.
Grant eyes Connor with suspicion.
What is it about this bloke? “This is my new partner?” He looks questioningly at Karen.
She nods.
“Okay, I have some questions. Firstly, what the hell is an Alchemy Agent? Is that some kinda secret service?” He looks at Karen. “Secondly, how the hell is this guy going to help me catch the killer? He looks like he can barely take care of himself and he's supposed to help me?”
Grant looks at Connor. “Listen Connor, no offense intended. I'm sure you're good at whatever it is that you do but I think that you would just get in my way. You look like you can barely take care of yourself. I will get this guy on my own.” Grant stands up from his seat, to leave the office.
“Alex, just hear him out okay?” Karen has a genuine look of concern on her face. She pours more milk into her coffee in a desperate effort to look occupied. “Connor, please tell him why he needs you as his partner.”
Connor puts his coffee down on the desk.
“Thank you Captain Edge.” Connor has a slight Irish twang to his voice. “You have no idea what you are up against.” Connor smiles at Grant.
Grant looks at Connor, he notices his teeth, they look wrong. Then it hits him.
He's one of them! “You killed Toby!” Grant launches himself at Connor. “You mother f–”
Connor moves unbelievably fast, grabbing Grants arm and twisting it up behind his back. He slams Grant against the office wall and pins him there.
Everyone in the station stops what they are doing and peer through the office window, trying to see what is going on.
“I'm not the killer.” Connor says as he releases Grant from the hold. “However, I am a similar race. Well. More or less.”
Grant rubs his aching shoulder and looks at Karen.
Karen gets out of her chair and walks to her office door.
“The shows over. Now get back to work!” She shouts at the onlookers. She closes the door, then closes the blinds and sits back down behind her desk.
“Sit down Alex.” Karen says. “Connor, please tell him what he is up against.”
“Yes Ma'am.” Connor nods to Karen, he looks at Grant carefully. “Everything I'm about to tell you is the truth.”
Grant sits.
He waits for Connor to begin his tale.