SWNOVELS Chapter Chapter Forty-Two
Panam came over to me after securing the body in his EV.
“Terrible time you are having. Your ride arrived at the corner looking extremely excited. Good luck.”
Panam was right. Racewater did look excited as he pushed through the crowd.
“Who did you get?” Racewater exclaimed.
“The witness from the case you gave us this morning. He did not make it,” I replied dryly.
“Let me see.”
Racewater climbed into the back of the EV. Panam lifted the sheet from the boy’s face.
For a moment, I thought Racewater was going to have a fit, he was so upset.
He closed his eyes and sat down on the small ledge inside the vehicle. Pulling his hands through his hair, he sighed and stood up.
“Okay. That is that. Let us get back to the office. Tucker is waiting there.”
Looking at my wet pants, he asked Panam if he had any extra clothes with him.
Panam nodded the affirmative and dug out some clean pants for me. He did not have an extra pair of shoes. I changed inside the EV, feeling sympathy with the dead boy.
Armed with dry pants, but with bare feet, Racewater allowed me into his vehicle.
As we drove to the Precinct Racewater seemed irritated with me, shifting gears on his vehicle with short, angry stabs.
“Right. So you gave everyone a hell of a lot of work!” he eventually remarked. “Tucker instructed me to fill you in on the blanks of what had transpired since he left you this morning.
Your militia man was arrested by the Planetary Security Forces about an hour ago. They found the missile and a lot more weapons of destruction.
Combined with the find of a huge amount of drugs, not a bad deal for a day’s work.
New Haven is saved to be destroyed another day.”
It was shown in the possibilities that the threat to New Haven was over, but to have it confirmed was so much better. At least one stressful issue relieved.
“Your leads on the Kingpin turned out to be much bigger than anyone expected,” Racewater growled at me. “We are waiting for the chain-reaction to start. We have already gathered loads of evidence from his hiding places that will allow us to put away a lot of people for a very long time.
But, I am sorry to say, the murder of Ferdi Morgan has already started the imminent war.”
Racewater had just confirmed what Tucker suspected.
I watched Racewater out of the corner of my eye. I knew he was not yet finished. He was chewing on his lip.
“Had you ever felt within your heart that you were born for something greater than yourself?” he asked.
My heart suddenly leapt into my throat.
I had a hard time convincing it to get back into my chest.
Here we were starting with the destiny thing again.
Walk the middle path of invisibility, I told myself.
“Why are you asking me such a strange question? All psychics know they are born to serve,” I replied, thinking that this answer should take the pressure off me.
But my hands were suddenly clammy and I had to rub them dry on my pants. The motion did not go undetected.
“I was just wondering!?” Racewater fumed. “It seems to be such a waste of your talents if you were truly destined to help only one city.”
He was quiet for a short spell.
Relaxing my body, I tried to become non-committal.
He was really annoyed with me for not wanting to acknowledge his silly notions.
“Think about it, Storm!
You are a free-lance psychic. You have only been opened fully for three days and you had been able to save a whole city.
No other psychic can lay claim to such a thing!
Does it not feel to you that you are extremely fortunate and special?”
I stared out the window.
All I could remember about the last week was extreme pain and confusion.
To me, Creata was hell itself, and I would much rather not live in this physical world. It was an extremely hostile environment, especially for someone who did not have loved ones.
I corrected myself. I did have my substitute dad.
I did not know what I would do if I had to lose Tucker.
Racewater sighed. He must have taken my silence for total denial. I did not correct him. At this moment, I was not really interested in any destiny.
I had my hands full keeping body and spirit together, so to speak.
We drove in silence the rest of the way to the Precinct.
The Dungeon was buzzing with detectives coming and going. Uniformed officers were running errands between offices. The place was swarming with people.
I felt uncomfortable passing through the crowd and knew that the Detectives, at least, had cottoned on to what I was.
I was immensely relieved to reach the relative quiet of our out of the way office where Tucker was waiting for us.
New Haven was falling apart.