Had a previous engagement last night—involving nails, dinner and a bunch of screaming, giggling pre-teens. It was a blast, getting the 5th grade girls together while the mothers visited. Yay! Wine!
But here it is, the conclusion to Rumor Has It. This short novel will be compiled, edited and then put on sale as an ebook in the next few weeks (I can’t give a def on that since we have 5th grade graduation this week).
Enjoy! This last chapter will be available for one week.
Rumor Has It
Pt 10, conclusion
Phaedra Weldon
© 2012 Phaedra Weldon
Published by Caldwell Press
Jason stepped into Dags’ room and motioned to get Nona’s attention. He had a job to do, something Mephistopheles wasn’t relishing. Which was why he’d left the task to his Revenant.
The infirmary was housed three floors underground in the most secure area of the new Society House. Taking up the lowest floor, the infirmary was also part of the tunnel system connected to the garage that would allow a secret escape in case a patient or a prominent member of the Society needed to depart in secret. The farthest end of the main hall ended at a steel door that was on a twenty four seven watch from the Security station, monitor by motion sensors and a card-key. Only a few had that card. And even fewer knew the pass code.
Beyond that door were seven vehicles of various makes and models, each available for what ever purpose was necessary at the time.
Dags was sequestered into the room closest to the door, along with Manuel. There had been no change in Manuel’s condition—something Jason hoped Joe and Azriel could rectify in short order. That is, if Nona would cooperate.
She was seated beside Dags, just as she’d been during those months he’d been little more than a vegetable. He wasn’t as lifeless now as he tossed and turned in a fevered sleep. Jason sensed something strange happening inside of him, as had all of the Revenants. But no one could put their finger on what. But all of them had worried it had something to do with the bomb of a magic book within.
Nona frowned at him and quietly pointed to Dags. Jason shook his head as Mephistopheles finally spoke to her.
We need to talk.
With a sigh of her ample bosom, Nona stood, checked the monitor read outs and made her way to the door. “This had better be important Jason,” she said in a low voice. “Dags’ temperature is stable, but I can’t help thinking there’s some connection between that page with the hole in it and his condition. That and I keep thinking of Maureen of all people. Isn’t that weird.”
Jason nodded hurriedly. Yes he was worried about Dags, but he didn’t have an answer to that problem just then. Instead he motioned her to follow him into one of the empty rooms. His skin crawled as he passed through one of Joe’s wards and stood by the empty bed. Joe and Azriel stood nearby and watched as Nona came in and stopped.
“What’s going on?”
“I know where Morgan is,” Joe said.
