Five
We pulled in front of the hotel where Kyle and CJ were suppose to live. Corbin looked around and then he was staring at the building. I watch his eye get big and black.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Something is wrong here?” Corbin whispered.
“What?” I asked, quickly walking over to him.
“Don’t you feel it? Like someone is watching us.” he said staring at the building.
“Are you losing it, Corbin?” I asked, looking at him. I started to walk inside while Corbin just stood outside staring at the building. I walked into the lobby, which was empty. I then turned to my left and walked towards the desk. I tapped the bell for services, the first time nothing, second time a blonde woman finally emerged from the back.
“What?!” she snapped. I was taken back by her appearance. She was pale, paler than me and her make-up was dark. Gothic look taken to the extreme and she had a birth mark above her eye.
“I am looking for Kyle Crow.” I finally said.
“He isn’t here!” she snapped again. She turned quickly and walked into the back room. I went to leave when a woman’s scream made me stop in my tracks. I then ran out of the building as fast as I could without drawing attention to myself. As soon as I was out of the building several cars pulled up.
“Stop!” a man yelled at me.
“What’s going on?” I said throwing up my hands. They went to touch me.
“Don’t touch me!” I ordered. The man just looked at me like I was contagious, then forced me into the back of his car. I quickly looked around for Corbin, he must of ran when he seen the cars pull up.
Two FBI agents slid into the front seat, the older one turned around and raised an eyebrow. “You are in big trouble, Miss.”
“I didn’t do anything!” I snapped.
“Sure, like I haven’t heard that one before.” he turned around and we were moving. “How did you know Mr. Brown?” he asked.
“Who?” I asked.
“The hotel clerk, Garrett Brown. How long did you know him?” he asked.
“I didn’t. What happened to him?” I asked.
“Oh, like you don’t know, Miss.” he gave a sarcastic chuckle.
“That’s why I am asking.” I snapped, feeling the anger welling up in my chest.
“He was murdered.” the younger one finally said. The older one snapped his head to the side glaring at the driver.
“Murdered?” I said with shock. “I was only in the building for a minute, 3 at the most.”
“That’s all it takes to kill someone. We will get more answers down at the office.” the older one said. The rest of the ride was quiet, I hope they didn’t piss me off too much because I could kill them both with little effort.
We finally pulled into the underground parking lot of the Paris FBI building. The older agent let me out of the back seat and made me lead them in the building. I kept peeking over my shoulder at them, I didn’t trust them.
“Go sit over there on that bench.” the older one ordered. I quietly walked over to the bench and sat down. I leaned back against the wall and crossed my arms and legs. I was in no hurry and I didn’t want to draw any suspicion to me.
I watched people coming and going, finally they led me to back of the building to a room. As soon as I walked in they shut and locked the door behind me.
I stood in the room alone and mostly pacing the floor. I refused to let anyone touch me, knowing they would instantly know what I was. Finally after an hour or more of waiting 2 FBI agents came into the room. I knew what they were going to do, they were going to play good cop bad cop with me. I wasn’t stupid and I also was innocent. As they walked past me I quickly read their names. The older one was Agent Townsend and the younger one was Agent Richards.
“Ms. Hanson?” Agent Townsend said.
“It’s Mrs. Hanson.” I corrected him.
“Mrs. Hanson? We don’t see a husband listed on here?” Agent Townsend said, looking at a folder.
“He died several years ago.” I folded my arms across my chest and sat down on the chair at the other end of the table.
“How did you know, Mr. Brown?” Agent Richards asked.
“Who? Like I said a half of million times, I don’t know who that person is, I never met him.” I snapped.
“Then why were you seen at his hotel?” they both finally sat down making me not so nervous.
“Like I said before, I went there to see a friend but he wasn’t there so I left.” I was getting mad that they weren’t listening to me.
“Who was your friend?” Agent Townsend asked.
“Kyle Crow, he is an American. But like I said he wasn’t there.” I answered.
“Who said that?” Richards asked.
“The woman at the front desk.” I answered.
“Woman?” Agent Townsend looked at Agent Richards oddly.
“Yeah, she was blonde with a odd mark just above her eye.” I pointed to where she had the mark.
“You sure?” Agent Townsend asked.
I shook my head, “Yes.” I said.
“Will you be leaving back to the US?” Agent Richards asked.
“Yes, as soon as the flights resume.” I answered.
“Ok, you may go.” Agent Townsend said. Just like that I was free. Something wasn’t right. I wasn’t going to ask about the woman I just wanted to get the hell out of there. I grabbed my jacket off the back of door and left as fast as I could.
I grabbed a cab outside of the building and headed to the hotel where Corbin was. I walked inside before but I could reach the elevator I heard someone calling for me.
“Miss!” the clerk yelled. “I have an urgent message for you!” she held up a envelope. I turned, walked over to her and gently took it from her.
“Thanks.” I smiled and handed her several bills. I headed back towards the elevator, I opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of ripped paper out of it.
‘Nora, I found Kyle and CJ. I will call you soon, be ready to leave. Corbin’
I folded the note and shoved it back in the envelope. The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. I looked up and saw I was only on the 4th floor. I waited for someone to step on or for the doors to closed but neither happened. I quickly stuck my head out and looked in both directions to see if I seen anyone. Nothing, no one was around. I pressed number 6 and waited for the doors to shut. They finally did sending relief over my body, I had it with people. I wanted to make it to my room without being talked to or harassed.
The elevator door dinged open and this time on my floor. I hurried out and down the hall to my room. I had my key card ready, I didn’t realize how fast I was going until I heard someone gasp as I flew past them. So I slowed down and finally entered my room. I shut and locked the door behind me.
“Finally.” I sighed. I opened my bag and dug out a change of clothes and headed for the shower. Just as I was putting shampoo in my hair my cell rang. I quickly rinsed it, wrapped a towel around me and ran to answer it.
“Nora?” Corbin softly came from the other end.
“Corbin? Where are you?” I asked.
“Listen, go to the bridge east of the hotel, be there at midnight.” the phone clicked. I shook my head, this felt wrong to me. Why would he be so cryptic about it and not explain, that wasn’t like him. I hurried and got dressed. Still on edge about this meeting with Corbin, I felt like it was a trap.
I arrived at the bridge but hid in the shadows and watched. The same girl from the hotel was sitting on the railing of the bridge, smoking a cigarette. I could see the grey mist under the street lights. I watched her and thinking she looked like someone I knew.
“See her yet?” a familiar voice said. Then I looked again, CJ? Was that girl CJ?
“No, pops. Are we sure she will show up?” she said flicking her cigarette in the water below.
“Yeah, Nora is very reliable.” a males voi
ce said from the dark. I knew that voice it was definitely Kyle’s only a little older. I walked out of the shadows and walked towards them. The girl saw me and quickly jumped to her feet.
“Pops!” she called to the male. A tall male appeared beside her then another one. Kyle and Corbin stood there looking at me. Kyle studied me and bared his teeth.
“Corbin, she is a vampire!” he yelled at him.
“Kyle, its Nora.” Kyle looked at his little brother and back at me.
“Hello Nora.” Corbin greeted me.
“Hey guys. So why am I meeting you out here.” I then looked at the girl. “Hello CJ or should I say Catharine Jane.” I joked.
“CJ please.” she smiled. “I can see why my Uncle Corbin is so fascinated with you. You are beautiful.” Corbin gave her a glare.
“So Nora.” Kyle said changing the subject. “tell me about this war going on between our kind and yours.” he asked.
“Ever heard of Dutch Anders?” I asked.
“Yes. Is he the one starting this war?” he asked looking at his granddaughter.
“Yes. How well do you know him?” I asked.
“Dutch Anders is dead.” Kyle said.
“Dead, No I just saw him not to long ago.” I was confused.
“Dutch Anders died over 30 yrs ago when he tried to con some big businessmen in some kind of real estate deal.” he said.
“I don’t understand, then who is this pudgy bastard trying to do this war?” I asked.
“I don’t know, but we will go back to the US with you two and find out. I personally know him, so if he is really Dutch Anders I know then he is either a Zombie, werewolf or vampire.” Kyle looked at CJ. “Want to go to the US?” he asked her.
“Hell Yeah, Pops! Lets fly?” she smiled.