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Chapter 26
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Previously on "Lethal Whispers"...
The nightmare that Max's premonitions had been foretelling him about for weeks finally came true. Liz was attacked by her co-worker David Perkins in a dark alley as she was walking home alone after work. Max was detained by Tess, who tried to mindwarp him (but he noticed and pushed her out of his mind), but managed to get to Liz before David did too much damage. Max took Liz to his place and told her in vague terms that he was not humans and had certain "abilities".
And that's where we left off...
CHAPTER 26
Liz
Not human? Alien?
She shook her head as she absent-mindedly stripped down to nothing. The water was just right as she climbed into it and let it enclose every inch of her traumatized body. Her head felt like it might explode. There were so many questions that needed answers, so many that she had momentarily forgotten the horrific event she had just experienced.
Isabel had said that they had found her and her brother as children, wandering around. Max had only referred to himself as he was giving her answers earlier, but Liz was pretty sure that there were more like him. His sister being one.
The most mind-blowing detail was that she had been brought back to life by this man. He had given her a life that otherwise would have ended before it barely had a chance to start. In addition, a connection that Max himself didn’t seem to understand had been evolved and forged between them. A connection that enabled them to share emotions and, as was evident from today’s events, even physical afflictions.
The thought brought her back to what had happened earlier, to David’s hands around her neck cutting off her air supply, the violence and him forcing himself on her. There was now no doubt in her mind that David would have gone the whole way through with it.
Fueled by anger and God knows what, he had been intent on raping her and maybe even killing her (intentionally or not), not necessarily in that order.
What had Max done to David?
She had registered that David had been lying inert to the side of the alley, several feet from where she had been, as if he had been flung a great distance.
She started scrubbing down her skin, wanting to get her enforcer’s smell off her. Her skin objected to the forceful scrub, reddening from the assault, but she didn’t notice.
After twenty minutes in the bath, the questions had grown monumental in her mind and the urge to see Max again was paramount. She wrapped her reddened body in a towel and looked down at her clothes on the floor. The prospect of putting them back on was making her nauseous.
Instead she walked up to the door and pushed it ajar. “Max?”
He was not far away, stepping into her field of vision after no more than three seconds. “You okay?”
He looked nervous; ready to fall apart. She nodded. “Could I borrow some clothes? Mine are…”
She left it hanging and saw him relax. Maybe it was because it hadn’t been the question he had expected or maybe he was just happy about getting something to do.
“Of course,” he answered. “I’ll get you something.”
He returned with a pair of sweatpants and a hoody with the text ‘North Eastern University’ across the front and gave it to her through the door. She smiled at him and closed the door between them again to change.
As she was stepping out of the bathroom, there was a knock on Max’s front door. She automatically shrunk back and her first irrational thought was He’s back! But of course, how would David even know where Max lived?
She caught Max throwing her a glance before he walked up to the door.
Liz didn’t recognize the skinny girl with tall legs next to Isabel, but for some reason she wasn’t surprised to see Max’s sister outside the door. Max had made a phone call from his cell while he had taken Liz to his apartment.
Had it been to his sister?
“Max,” Isabel said relieved and next smacked him on the shoulder. “Why are you not picking up your phone?”
Liz saw the skinny blonde’s attention drift to the inside of Max’s apartment and her eyes came to a full halt when they landed on Liz. Liz shied back into the doorway. “Who’s that?”
The girl’s, slightly demanding, question had both Max and Isabel look in Liz’s direction. The girl’s eyes widened (in recognition) and she gasped, “Max, is that-?”
Liz watched Isabel’s eyes grow round in surprise and her question interrupted what the strange girl was about to say, “Liz?”
Liz bit her bottom lip and answered sheepishly, “Hi, Isabel.”
The skinny girl looked at Isabel and then back at Max. “It’s the girl I drew… The girl… Isn’t it?”
Liz saw Isabel look at Maria sharply, before Max interrupted, “Maria,” and stepped to the side so that the girls could enter his apartment, “this is Liz.”
The girl called Maria scoffed. “Yeah, I got that.”
Then Isabel was moving through the hallway and before Liz had the chance to blink Isabel had stepped into her personal space, grabbed a hold of Liz’s chin and angled her face towards the dim hallway light. “Oh my God, Liz. What happened?”
Liz tried to shake Isabel’s hand away, feeling like an animal at the zoo with three sets of eyes staring at her. She felt her heart rate increase.
Were they all aliens?
“She was attacked,” Max answered quietly and Liz got an appreciation for how Max was in a group setting. His voice was subdued, but he exuded power, a type of authority.
The blonde skinny girl didn’t seem to answer to that authority though. Her emotions were vivid and very well displayed.
Through clenched teeth, she whispered loudly, “Max, what is she doing here?”
“Liz works with me,” Isabel offered and to Liz’s amazement neither Max nor Isabel seemed too affected by the strange girl’s heated reactions. Maybe it was not something out of the ordinary.
“And what is she doing here?”
Isabel ignored the girl with the questions and focused concerned motherly eyes on Liz’s face. Isabel was easily taller than Liz by a head, which made Liz feel like crumbling into herself, as a child would upon experiencing the offered comfort from its mother. “Who attacked you?”
“David,” Liz answered simply.
Isabel’s eyes widened, but she didn’t seem too fazed with the idea. “David Perkins?”
Liz nodded.
“And he would’ve killed her,” Max filled in, his words causing a shudder to run through Liz.
Isabel looked at Liz for a second, before saying, “Good thing my brother was close by then.”
Liz felt as if Isabel was trying to gauge Liz’s reaction. Of course, Liz thought. She’s trying to figure out if Max has told me their secret.
Liz did her best to hide her thoughts (Could they read minds?) as she nodded.
Isabel smiled at her, the smile strained, before she let go of Liz and walked up to her brother. “Max, I need to talk to you.”
“Isabel, now is not the time.”
“Why is she not in the hospital?”
“She was in shock-“
“Which is a very good reason for taking her to the hospital.”
Max looked pained. “I didn’t want her there.”
Isabel sighed and lowered her voice markedly. But Liz could still hear her say, “She’s human. It’s normal for her to go the hospital after something like this. She needs to, for them to be able to build a case against David.”
Max looked up at Liz, horrified, and Liz realized why the second their eyes met. She had taken a bath. Which quite possibly had washed away important DNA and maybe even other clues.
“Do you get me now?” Isabel hissed, watching Max’s face.
“Is she it, Max?” the skinny blonde called Maria cut in, looking at Liz.
Liz swallowed. It?
“Yeah,” Max whispered.
Liz couldn’t keep quiet any longer. They were, after all, three strangers standing in a circle as far away from her as they could get and whispering about her future. “What’s ‘it’? What is she talking about?”
Three sets of eyes turned to her again; one pair of amber eyes filled with sadness and oddly enough, regret.
“Nothing,” the strange girl shrugged.
“I know that you probably lie all the time,” Liz said, squaring her shoulders. “But this is possibly my life you’re talking about here and I’ve seen and heard some pretty weird shit today, so I would at least expect to get included in your discussion.”
Two sets of eyes turned to the third.
“You told her?” Isabel breathed, an elaborate mixture of fear, anguish, shock and betrayal in those mere three words.
“I told her that I have abilities. That I healed her as a young and can’t remember my childhood.”
Liz easily picked up on the emphasis Max put on announcing that it was he alone with abilities and childhood amnesia. Isabel seemed to pick up on it as well, because she visibly relaxed. Isabel was being lulled into a false security about Max being the only abnormal one in this room.
“So why did Michael mention the police?” Maria asked.
“I needed him to take care of the attacker while I looked after Liz.”
“Is he dangerous?” the girl asked frankly.
Max’s face softened. “Michael’ll be fine, Maria. He can handle himself.”
“Liz needs to leave a statement,” Isabel interjected.
“I’m quite aware of that,” Max said. “Which is the reason why I didn’t heal her completely.”
Maria looked wearily in Liz’s direction. Apparently still not used to Max speaking so freely of his powers in front of ‘strangers’.
“Look,” Liz said. “I won’t tell anyone. You have my word. Max saved my life. Twice. The least I can do to repay him is to keep his secret.”
Isabel looked at her seriously, before stepping up to her. “You might be in danger now, Liz.”
Liz gave a short humorless laugh. “In more danger than before?”
Isabel shook her head, her solemnity making Liz nervous. “This is different. There are people out there that would do anything to get a hold of u-“ she swallowed and corrected her almost-slip of the tongue, “of Max. And we’re pretty sure that they are not the ‘good guys’. By keeping this secret you are paying back your debt to my brother, because his life will essentially be in your hands.”
Liz might have laughed at Isabel’s almost over-the-top conspiratorial account if she hadn’t let her eyes flicker over the serious faces of the other two people in the room.
This was serious. Dead serious.
“Your secret’s safe with me,” she whispered, barely finding her voice.
“Don’t scare her, Iz,” Max said tiredly.
“She needs to understand the importance of knowing these things,” Isabel said and took a step back, making it easier for Liz to catch her breath.
“Which is why it’s important that we do this the normal way and not your way,” Maria said. “Which means that we should get her to the hospital to get a written account of her injuries and then contact the police to report the asshole that did that to her.”
Liz had a feeling that she was going to like Maria. She had a simple frankness about her which was very refreshing in a world where just about everyone seemed to lie.
Max was at her side then, looking down at her with concerned eyes. He softly brushed a tendril of hair behind her ear and for a second she closed her eyes and forgot that they were not alone. “Are you okay leaving right now?”
She really didn’t want to. She would rather crawl into her bed and hide under the covers for a couple of days or weeks. But she knew that it needed to be done if she were to be able to return to her workplace and not spend the rest of her life looking over her shoulder.
“Yeah,” she agreed. “Let’s get this over with.”
TBC...
Roswelllostcause - You have a very good point! Thank you for the feedback
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L-J-L 76 - Some of your questions will be answered in this chapter. Thank you for the feedback
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Previously on "Lethal Whispers"...
The nightmare that Max's premonitions had been foretelling him about for weeks finally came true. Liz was attacked by her co-worker David Perkins in a dark alley as she was walking home alone after work. Max was detained by Tess, who tried to mindwarp him (but he noticed and pushed her out of his mind), but managed to get to Liz before David did too much damage. Max took Liz to his place and told her in vague terms that he was not humans and had certain "abilities".
And that's where we left off...
CHAPTER 26
Liz
Not human? Alien?
She shook her head as she absent-mindedly stripped down to nothing. The water was just right as she climbed into it and let it enclose every inch of her traumatized body. Her head felt like it might explode. There were so many questions that needed answers, so many that she had momentarily forgotten the horrific event she had just experienced.
Isabel had said that they had found her and her brother as children, wandering around. Max had only referred to himself as he was giving her answers earlier, but Liz was pretty sure that there were more like him. His sister being one.
The most mind-blowing detail was that she had been brought back to life by this man. He had given her a life that otherwise would have ended before it barely had a chance to start. In addition, a connection that Max himself didn’t seem to understand had been evolved and forged between them. A connection that enabled them to share emotions and, as was evident from today’s events, even physical afflictions.
The thought brought her back to what had happened earlier, to David’s hands around her neck cutting off her air supply, the violence and him forcing himself on her. There was now no doubt in her mind that David would have gone the whole way through with it.
Fueled by anger and God knows what, he had been intent on raping her and maybe even killing her (intentionally or not), not necessarily in that order.
What had Max done to David?
She had registered that David had been lying inert to the side of the alley, several feet from where she had been, as if he had been flung a great distance.
She started scrubbing down her skin, wanting to get her enforcer’s smell off her. Her skin objected to the forceful scrub, reddening from the assault, but she didn’t notice.
After twenty minutes in the bath, the questions had grown monumental in her mind and the urge to see Max again was paramount. She wrapped her reddened body in a towel and looked down at her clothes on the floor. The prospect of putting them back on was making her nauseous.
Instead she walked up to the door and pushed it ajar. “Max?”
He was not far away, stepping into her field of vision after no more than three seconds. “You okay?”
He looked nervous; ready to fall apart. She nodded. “Could I borrow some clothes? Mine are…”
She left it hanging and saw him relax. Maybe it was because it hadn’t been the question he had expected or maybe he was just happy about getting something to do.
“Of course,” he answered. “I’ll get you something.”
He returned with a pair of sweatpants and a hoody with the text ‘North Eastern University’ across the front and gave it to her through the door. She smiled at him and closed the door between them again to change.
As she was stepping out of the bathroom, there was a knock on Max’s front door. She automatically shrunk back and her first irrational thought was He’s back! But of course, how would David even know where Max lived?
She caught Max throwing her a glance before he walked up to the door.
Liz didn’t recognize the skinny girl with tall legs next to Isabel, but for some reason she wasn’t surprised to see Max’s sister outside the door. Max had made a phone call from his cell while he had taken Liz to his apartment.
Had it been to his sister?
“Max,” Isabel said relieved and next smacked him on the shoulder. “Why are you not picking up your phone?”
Liz saw the skinny blonde’s attention drift to the inside of Max’s apartment and her eyes came to a full halt when they landed on Liz. Liz shied back into the doorway. “Who’s that?”
The girl’s, slightly demanding, question had both Max and Isabel look in Liz’s direction. The girl’s eyes widened (in recognition) and she gasped, “Max, is that-?”
Liz watched Isabel’s eyes grow round in surprise and her question interrupted what the strange girl was about to say, “Liz?”
Liz bit her bottom lip and answered sheepishly, “Hi, Isabel.”
The skinny girl looked at Isabel and then back at Max. “It’s the girl I drew… The girl… Isn’t it?”
Liz saw Isabel look at Maria sharply, before Max interrupted, “Maria,” and stepped to the side so that the girls could enter his apartment, “this is Liz.”
The girl called Maria scoffed. “Yeah, I got that.”
Then Isabel was moving through the hallway and before Liz had the chance to blink Isabel had stepped into her personal space, grabbed a hold of Liz’s chin and angled her face towards the dim hallway light. “Oh my God, Liz. What happened?”
Liz tried to shake Isabel’s hand away, feeling like an animal at the zoo with three sets of eyes staring at her. She felt her heart rate increase.
Were they all aliens?
“She was attacked,” Max answered quietly and Liz got an appreciation for how Max was in a group setting. His voice was subdued, but he exuded power, a type of authority.
The blonde skinny girl didn’t seem to answer to that authority though. Her emotions were vivid and very well displayed.
Through clenched teeth, she whispered loudly, “Max, what is she doing here?”
“Liz works with me,” Isabel offered and to Liz’s amazement neither Max nor Isabel seemed too affected by the strange girl’s heated reactions. Maybe it was not something out of the ordinary.
“And what is she doing here?”
Isabel ignored the girl with the questions and focused concerned motherly eyes on Liz’s face. Isabel was easily taller than Liz by a head, which made Liz feel like crumbling into herself, as a child would upon experiencing the offered comfort from its mother. “Who attacked you?”
“David,” Liz answered simply.
Isabel’s eyes widened, but she didn’t seem too fazed with the idea. “David Perkins?”
Liz nodded.
“And he would’ve killed her,” Max filled in, his words causing a shudder to run through Liz.
Isabel looked at Liz for a second, before saying, “Good thing my brother was close by then.”
Liz felt as if Isabel was trying to gauge Liz’s reaction. Of course, Liz thought. She’s trying to figure out if Max has told me their secret.
Liz did her best to hide her thoughts (Could they read minds?) as she nodded.
Isabel smiled at her, the smile strained, before she let go of Liz and walked up to her brother. “Max, I need to talk to you.”
“Isabel, now is not the time.”
“Why is she not in the hospital?”
“She was in shock-“
“Which is a very good reason for taking her to the hospital.”
Max looked pained. “I didn’t want her there.”
Isabel sighed and lowered her voice markedly. But Liz could still hear her say, “She’s human. It’s normal for her to go the hospital after something like this. She needs to, for them to be able to build a case against David.”
Max looked up at Liz, horrified, and Liz realized why the second their eyes met. She had taken a bath. Which quite possibly had washed away important DNA and maybe even other clues.
“Do you get me now?” Isabel hissed, watching Max’s face.
“Is she it, Max?” the skinny blonde called Maria cut in, looking at Liz.
Liz swallowed. It?
“Yeah,” Max whispered.
Liz couldn’t keep quiet any longer. They were, after all, three strangers standing in a circle as far away from her as they could get and whispering about her future. “What’s ‘it’? What is she talking about?”
Three sets of eyes turned to her again; one pair of amber eyes filled with sadness and oddly enough, regret.
“Nothing,” the strange girl shrugged.
“I know that you probably lie all the time,” Liz said, squaring her shoulders. “But this is possibly my life you’re talking about here and I’ve seen and heard some pretty weird shit today, so I would at least expect to get included in your discussion.”
Two sets of eyes turned to the third.
“You told her?” Isabel breathed, an elaborate mixture of fear, anguish, shock and betrayal in those mere three words.
“I told her that I have abilities. That I healed her as a young and can’t remember my childhood.”
Liz easily picked up on the emphasis Max put on announcing that it was he alone with abilities and childhood amnesia. Isabel seemed to pick up on it as well, because she visibly relaxed. Isabel was being lulled into a false security about Max being the only abnormal one in this room.
“So why did Michael mention the police?” Maria asked.
“I needed him to take care of the attacker while I looked after Liz.”
“Is he dangerous?” the girl asked frankly.
Max’s face softened. “Michael’ll be fine, Maria. He can handle himself.”
“Liz needs to leave a statement,” Isabel interjected.
“I’m quite aware of that,” Max said. “Which is the reason why I didn’t heal her completely.”
Maria looked wearily in Liz’s direction. Apparently still not used to Max speaking so freely of his powers in front of ‘strangers’.
“Look,” Liz said. “I won’t tell anyone. You have my word. Max saved my life. Twice. The least I can do to repay him is to keep his secret.”
Isabel looked at her seriously, before stepping up to her. “You might be in danger now, Liz.”
Liz gave a short humorless laugh. “In more danger than before?”
Isabel shook her head, her solemnity making Liz nervous. “This is different. There are people out there that would do anything to get a hold of u-“ she swallowed and corrected her almost-slip of the tongue, “of Max. And we’re pretty sure that they are not the ‘good guys’. By keeping this secret you are paying back your debt to my brother, because his life will essentially be in your hands.”
Liz might have laughed at Isabel’s almost over-the-top conspiratorial account if she hadn’t let her eyes flicker over the serious faces of the other two people in the room.
This was serious. Dead serious.
“Your secret’s safe with me,” she whispered, barely finding her voice.
“Don’t scare her, Iz,” Max said tiredly.
“She needs to understand the importance of knowing these things,” Isabel said and took a step back, making it easier for Liz to catch her breath.
“Which is why it’s important that we do this the normal way and not your way,” Maria said. “Which means that we should get her to the hospital to get a written account of her injuries and then contact the police to report the asshole that did that to her.”
Liz had a feeling that she was going to like Maria. She had a simple frankness about her which was very refreshing in a world where just about everyone seemed to lie.
Max was at her side then, looking down at her with concerned eyes. He softly brushed a tendril of hair behind her ear and for a second she closed her eyes and forgot that they were not alone. “Are you okay leaving right now?”
She really didn’t want to. She would rather crawl into her bed and hide under the covers for a couple of days or weeks. But she knew that it needed to be done if she were to be able to return to her workplace and not spend the rest of her life looking over her shoulder.
“Yeah,” she agreed. “Let’s get this over with.”
TBC...
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Another great chapter!!!! Please please please please come back and post more really really really soon? I can't wait to read what will happen next for Max and Liz. I'm glad that Max is there for Liz. I'm glad Isabel is like a mother hen with Liz. All I can say about Maria is please get the stick out of her ass? I'm glad Liz will keep Max's secret. I know Isabel was letting Liz know she will be in danger and I think that was great. I wonder how it will go with the doctors. And I'm wondering what Michael is doing at the crime scene and with the body. Will Max stay with Liz while she is at the hospital? Will Isabel and Maria go too? Will Max, Isabel and Maria stay in the waiting room and have a talk? Will Michael call Max, Isabel and Maria? Will Maria get the stick out of her ass? How will things be at work for Max, Liz and Isabel? Will Max and Isabel be protective of Liz? Will Max and Isabel be there for Liz? Will Isabel and Liz be friends? Will Max tell Isabel about Tess? What will Isabel do when she finds out? Will Liz meet Michael? What/ how will Michael and Liz meet? Will Maria try and be friendly to Liz? Will Liz meet Tess? What and How will Liz meet Tess? Will Max and Liz fall in love? Will Max and Liz admit their feeling to each other? Will Max and Liz kiss? Will Max and Liz have a happy ending together? Sorry for all the questions I was just wondering. Please please please please come back and post more really really really really soon? I can't wait to read what will happen next for Max and Liz.
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Liz has a whole new world opened before her. Interesting times ahead.
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Another great part!
And Maria and Isabel are right; they should go directly to the police, if they don't want other women to have that same bad experience of knowing Mr David Perkins!
Waiting impatiently for another part! Thanks EVE
And Maria and Isabel are right; they should go directly to the police, if they don't want other women to have that same bad experience of knowing Mr David Perkins!
Waiting impatiently for another part! Thanks EVE
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Chapter 27
L-J-L 76 - Hihi, you have to forgive Maria for being a bit suspicious about this girl that Max has decided to reveal his secret to. She's only looking out for Max. She'll come around though… Maria and Liz are meant to be friends. Some questions about what Michael did at the crime scene will be revealed in this chapter. The rest of the answers, you'll have to wait a little bit for 
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Previously on "Lethal Whispers"…
Liz was attacked by David Perkins (her creepy work colleague) on her way home from work. He abused and violated her, but Max came to her rescue before he raped her and possibly accidentally killed her. Max took Liz to his apartment and showed her his healing abilities. Isabel and Maria came by and instructed Max to take Liz to the police and hospital, to document the incident and her injuries.
Meanwhile, Tess had been surveilling Max's apartment and an agent from the FBI has been surveilling Tess…
CHAPTER 27
Special Agent Joel Martin
When Special Agent Martin had put surveillance on Theresa Harding, he had simultaneously placed a lot of the people coming into close daily contact with Maxwell Evans, Michael Guerin and Isabel Evans on a watch-list. Consequently, Elizabeth Parker had made it onto that list only two days prior to being admitted to Massachusetts General Hospital due to indecent assault and battery amounting to, but failure to complete, rape.
Something that was noted back to Agent Martin through his efficient information retrieval abilities. After reading through the police report on how Max Evans evidently had come to Ms. Parker’s assistance, Joel Martin was (to say the least) intrigued. He barely got around to finish reading the statement before he was on the phone, booking the next flight out of Albuquerque.
Even though he was facing up to five years in state prison for what Elizabeth Parker was accusing him of, he was sitting opposite Joel as if he was the CEO at a board meeting. He seemed to exhale control and inhale power. But even though Special Agent Martin was young, he knew the authority his badge normally gave him and he wouldn’t let Mr. Perkins change that.
“Mr. Perkins. Take me through what happened that night.”
David scoffed and leaned back in the wooden chair, folding his arms in front of him. “I don’t have to tell you anything without my lawyer present.”
Not the least deterred, Joel continued, “If we skip forward to the point at which Max Evans showed up,“ Joel noted how David tensed up, his face hardening and his air of unbothered cool began to heat up, “is there anything you would like to share about that?”
David Perkins clenched his teeth and shook his head.
Joel leaned back and let out a deliberate disappointed sigh. “That’s too bad…” He leaned across the table and lowered his voice for effect, “Because Max Evans has been on our radar for some time now and the government would really appreciate your assistance on perhaps bringing some new information to the table.”
To his enjoyment, Joel noticed that David Perkins seemed tempted. He slowly let his arms down and leaned in towards Joel. “What’s in it for me?”
“Well, Mr. Perkins. Considering the general treatment of men convicted for sexual abuse by their fellow inmates, a man in your position might be very interested in getting their penalty significantly reduced.”
David was quiet for a long time, probably seriously pondering if he should go against his lawyer’s recommendation or not. He looked at the agent suspiciously. “Why is the Bureau so interested in this Evans guy?”
“Sorry,” Joel said lightly and shrugged. “Classified.”
“Hmph,” David said, not happy. “I just want to know that you’ll take me seriously.”
Agent Martin’s interest was instantly piqued. No reason to say something like that if you didn’t have a disbelieving tale to tell. “Of course I will, Mr. Perkins.”
David Perkins returned to his state of ponder for another minute, before he said, “There was this green light.”
Joel straightened. “Go on, Mr. Perkins.”
For the first time since Joel had met this man, Elizabeth Parker’s abuser appeared nervous. “It was a green light between her and me. Like a… This is going to sound stupid-“
“Go on,” Joel encouraged, not letting on how excited he was getting.
“It was… like in a movie, like an outer space movie with force fields and that shit. It was just like that. And it hurt. Like it was electricity.”
“And it suddenly appeared between you and Ms. Parker?”
David nodded. “Yeah. It probably all happened very fast, but I had time to look to my left and then I saw this guy… Evans to you,” Joel nodded in affirmation, “with his hand held out in our direction and he looked like he was concentrating on something. I don’t remember much more after that. I think that green thing threw me off or something.”
“Threw you off?”
“More like flung me up against the wall like some rag doll.”
“And Evans didn’t touch you?”
“No,” David shook his head. “Just before the lights went out I still saw him standing at that same spot, several feet from where I was lying.”
“Hmm,” Joel mused, leaning back in his chair.
“You think it’s stupid,” David sighed.
“What’s your conclusion of what happened, Mr. Perkins? You must’ve put quite some thought into this bizarre incident.”
David hesitated, but when he couldn’t see any sign of the agent making fun of him, he said, “In retrospect, I’m almost 99% sure it was Evans that produced that green light. I mean, there was no one else there. And I don’t think Liz did it. She was mostly out of it by then.”
Joel felt goosebumps spread at the back of his head when this man so casually discussed the state of unconsciousness of his abuse victim.
“And I think that the green light must’ve been an electrical field, like a force field, that was able to throw me across a fucking long stretch.”
Joel nodded, contemplating this. It sure was an interesting tale and he could understand why the man was reluctant to tell it. His mental status might be in question. “Is that all?”
David nodded. “Except for this abusive dude waking me up and basically dragging me to the police afterwards.”
“Ah,” Joel said, looking through his papers. Of course. Another one on the VIP-list. Michael Guerin. “I can see that.”
“I should sue his ass,” David mumbled.
“Well, Mr. Perkins. Maybe you should sort out this abuse case of yours first.”
David ignored the jab and asked instead, “You believe me, right?”
Joel stood up and started collecting his papers. “I believe that the mind plays tricks on us sometimes.”
There was a loaded pause, loaded enough that Joel had to look up to see if the guy was still with him. As he looked up, a furious version of David Perkins lunged across the table and made a grab for the FBI-agent.
“You bastard!” he roared.
Joel took a quick step back and without showing a trace of fear at the situation that had gotten slightly out of his control, his voice was composed as he raised it to attract the attention of the, “Guard! Guard!”
The guard came to let him out and Agent Martin took one final look at the man breathing hard from the anger on the other side of the table. “Thank you for your time, Mr. Perkins.” You, my friend, deserve prison.
He might be one of the few with the same mysterious background as hers truly and he might hold the answers to some of her questions, but not even Max Evans was allowed to walk out on her. Especially not for another girl. If there was any element of truth in the vague dreams she occasionally had, Max Evans should only have eyes for her.
She came to a halt outside of Max’s apartment. This time she had chosen to visit at a time that he was actually home. Since her surveillance of his apartment was still undisturbed, she would postulate that none of the surveilled in the apartment had discovered that their secret conversation was not that secret anymore. She hadn’t watched the feed since before her meeting with Max Evans the night before, but was still pretty confident that nothing had changed.
It didn’t take Max long to answer the door after she knocked. Frankly, he opened it so quickly that her hand was still raised in the midst of the intended second knock. She couldn’t help but noticing how his face fell as he saw who the visitor was.
Apparently, she hadn't made a very good impression by trying to break into his mind yesterday.
“Tess Harding, was it?” he asked bluntly, looking tense.
She got her lips to form a smile. “Hello, Max. I would like to continue our conversation now.” No time like the present and Tess was not one to beat around the bush.
He raised an eyebrow, standing still as a statue, still grabbing the door knob. “Would you now?”
“Come on,” she put her head to the side and fluttered her eye lashes innocently. That usually did the trick. “I know you have just as many questions as I do.”
Her good spirits were diminished as her speculated ex-husband seemed unaffected by her usually effective charms.
“Now is really not a good time, Ms. Harding,” Max said tensely.
Tess frowned and angled her head somewhat in attempt to see past him into his apartment. “Why not? You got company?”
Max moved marginally to the side to block Tess’ inspection and Tess felt her irritation grow. If only he had known that she had a top aerial view of his home, delivered straight to her laptop. The thought brightened her mood some and had her revert to a more pleasant tone of voice. “How about tomorrow?”
“Look,” Max didn’t move an inch. Tess couldn’t help but compare this stoic and so-very-much-in-control version of Max to the nervous and plainly scared version she had seen when he had left her so abruptly the evening before that he had almost toppled her over. This was a man she could respect. The other type…urgh.
“I don’t appreciate that you looked up my address,” Max continued, “but since you’re here… It would probably be better if you meet me with some friends of mine.”
Ah, interesting, Tess thought. Big guy is afraid of making decisions on his own. He wants me to meet the ‘gang’ before he makes up his mind about me.
“Sure,” she smiled. “When’s a good time then?”
“On Monday. Afternoon.”
Tess frowned. “That’s a week from now.”
“That’s all I can do, Ms. Harding. Sorry.”
She almost rolled her eyes. “Monday it is. Nice meeting you again, Max.”
“Sure,” Max answered and closed the door.
Tess resisted the urge to give Max’s closed door the finger. Getting information was sometimes a very tedious and nauseating line of shitty work. But someone had to do it.
TBC...
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Previously on "Lethal Whispers"…
Liz was attacked by David Perkins (her creepy work colleague) on her way home from work. He abused and violated her, but Max came to her rescue before he raped her and possibly accidentally killed her. Max took Liz to his apartment and showed her his healing abilities. Isabel and Maria came by and instructed Max to take Liz to the police and hospital, to document the incident and her injuries.
Meanwhile, Tess had been surveilling Max's apartment and an agent from the FBI has been surveilling Tess…
CHAPTER 27
Special Agent Joel Martin
When Special Agent Martin had put surveillance on Theresa Harding, he had simultaneously placed a lot of the people coming into close daily contact with Maxwell Evans, Michael Guerin and Isabel Evans on a watch-list. Consequently, Elizabeth Parker had made it onto that list only two days prior to being admitted to Massachusetts General Hospital due to indecent assault and battery amounting to, but failure to complete, rape.
Something that was noted back to Agent Martin through his efficient information retrieval abilities. After reading through the police report on how Max Evans evidently had come to Ms. Parker’s assistance, Joel Martin was (to say the least) intrigued. He barely got around to finish reading the statement before he was on the phone, booking the next flight out of Albuquerque.
*****
David Perkins was an interesting man. Even though he was facing up to five years in state prison for what Elizabeth Parker was accusing him of, he was sitting opposite Joel as if he was the CEO at a board meeting. He seemed to exhale control and inhale power. But even though Special Agent Martin was young, he knew the authority his badge normally gave him and he wouldn’t let Mr. Perkins change that.
“Mr. Perkins. Take me through what happened that night.”
David scoffed and leaned back in the wooden chair, folding his arms in front of him. “I don’t have to tell you anything without my lawyer present.”
Not the least deterred, Joel continued, “If we skip forward to the point at which Max Evans showed up,“ Joel noted how David tensed up, his face hardening and his air of unbothered cool began to heat up, “is there anything you would like to share about that?”
David Perkins clenched his teeth and shook his head.
Joel leaned back and let out a deliberate disappointed sigh. “That’s too bad…” He leaned across the table and lowered his voice for effect, “Because Max Evans has been on our radar for some time now and the government would really appreciate your assistance on perhaps bringing some new information to the table.”
To his enjoyment, Joel noticed that David Perkins seemed tempted. He slowly let his arms down and leaned in towards Joel. “What’s in it for me?”
“Well, Mr. Perkins. Considering the general treatment of men convicted for sexual abuse by their fellow inmates, a man in your position might be very interested in getting their penalty significantly reduced.”
David was quiet for a long time, probably seriously pondering if he should go against his lawyer’s recommendation or not. He looked at the agent suspiciously. “Why is the Bureau so interested in this Evans guy?”
“Sorry,” Joel said lightly and shrugged. “Classified.”
“Hmph,” David said, not happy. “I just want to know that you’ll take me seriously.”
Agent Martin’s interest was instantly piqued. No reason to say something like that if you didn’t have a disbelieving tale to tell. “Of course I will, Mr. Perkins.”
David Perkins returned to his state of ponder for another minute, before he said, “There was this green light.”
Joel straightened. “Go on, Mr. Perkins.”
For the first time since Joel had met this man, Elizabeth Parker’s abuser appeared nervous. “It was a green light between her and me. Like a… This is going to sound stupid-“
“Go on,” Joel encouraged, not letting on how excited he was getting.
“It was… like in a movie, like an outer space movie with force fields and that shit. It was just like that. And it hurt. Like it was electricity.”
“And it suddenly appeared between you and Ms. Parker?”
David nodded. “Yeah. It probably all happened very fast, but I had time to look to my left and then I saw this guy… Evans to you,” Joel nodded in affirmation, “with his hand held out in our direction and he looked like he was concentrating on something. I don’t remember much more after that. I think that green thing threw me off or something.”
“Threw you off?”
“More like flung me up against the wall like some rag doll.”
“And Evans didn’t touch you?”
“No,” David shook his head. “Just before the lights went out I still saw him standing at that same spot, several feet from where I was lying.”
“Hmm,” Joel mused, leaning back in his chair.
“You think it’s stupid,” David sighed.
“What’s your conclusion of what happened, Mr. Perkins? You must’ve put quite some thought into this bizarre incident.”
David hesitated, but when he couldn’t see any sign of the agent making fun of him, he said, “In retrospect, I’m almost 99% sure it was Evans that produced that green light. I mean, there was no one else there. And I don’t think Liz did it. She was mostly out of it by then.”
Joel felt goosebumps spread at the back of his head when this man so casually discussed the state of unconsciousness of his abuse victim.
“And I think that the green light must’ve been an electrical field, like a force field, that was able to throw me across a fucking long stretch.”
Joel nodded, contemplating this. It sure was an interesting tale and he could understand why the man was reluctant to tell it. His mental status might be in question. “Is that all?”
David nodded. “Except for this abusive dude waking me up and basically dragging me to the police afterwards.”
“Ah,” Joel said, looking through his papers. Of course. Another one on the VIP-list. Michael Guerin. “I can see that.”
“I should sue his ass,” David mumbled.
“Well, Mr. Perkins. Maybe you should sort out this abuse case of yours first.”
David ignored the jab and asked instead, “You believe me, right?”
Joel stood up and started collecting his papers. “I believe that the mind plays tricks on us sometimes.”
There was a loaded pause, loaded enough that Joel had to look up to see if the guy was still with him. As he looked up, a furious version of David Perkins lunged across the table and made a grab for the FBI-agent.
“You bastard!” he roared.
Joel took a quick step back and without showing a trace of fear at the situation that had gotten slightly out of his control, his voice was composed as he raised it to attract the attention of the, “Guard! Guard!”
The guard came to let him out and Agent Martin took one final look at the man breathing hard from the anger on the other side of the table. “Thank you for your time, Mr. Perkins.” You, my friend, deserve prison.
*****
TessHe might be one of the few with the same mysterious background as hers truly and he might hold the answers to some of her questions, but not even Max Evans was allowed to walk out on her. Especially not for another girl. If there was any element of truth in the vague dreams she occasionally had, Max Evans should only have eyes for her.
She came to a halt outside of Max’s apartment. This time she had chosen to visit at a time that he was actually home. Since her surveillance of his apartment was still undisturbed, she would postulate that none of the surveilled in the apartment had discovered that their secret conversation was not that secret anymore. She hadn’t watched the feed since before her meeting with Max Evans the night before, but was still pretty confident that nothing had changed.
It didn’t take Max long to answer the door after she knocked. Frankly, he opened it so quickly that her hand was still raised in the midst of the intended second knock. She couldn’t help but noticing how his face fell as he saw who the visitor was.
Apparently, she hadn't made a very good impression by trying to break into his mind yesterday.
“Tess Harding, was it?” he asked bluntly, looking tense.
She got her lips to form a smile. “Hello, Max. I would like to continue our conversation now.” No time like the present and Tess was not one to beat around the bush.
He raised an eyebrow, standing still as a statue, still grabbing the door knob. “Would you now?”
“Come on,” she put her head to the side and fluttered her eye lashes innocently. That usually did the trick. “I know you have just as many questions as I do.”
Her good spirits were diminished as her speculated ex-husband seemed unaffected by her usually effective charms.
“Now is really not a good time, Ms. Harding,” Max said tensely.
Tess frowned and angled her head somewhat in attempt to see past him into his apartment. “Why not? You got company?”
Max moved marginally to the side to block Tess’ inspection and Tess felt her irritation grow. If only he had known that she had a top aerial view of his home, delivered straight to her laptop. The thought brightened her mood some and had her revert to a more pleasant tone of voice. “How about tomorrow?”
“Look,” Max didn’t move an inch. Tess couldn’t help but compare this stoic and so-very-much-in-control version of Max to the nervous and plainly scared version she had seen when he had left her so abruptly the evening before that he had almost toppled her over. This was a man she could respect. The other type…urgh.
“I don’t appreciate that you looked up my address,” Max continued, “but since you’re here… It would probably be better if you meet me with some friends of mine.”
Ah, interesting, Tess thought. Big guy is afraid of making decisions on his own. He wants me to meet the ‘gang’ before he makes up his mind about me.
“Sure,” she smiled. “When’s a good time then?”
“On Monday. Afternoon.”
Tess frowned. “That’s a week from now.”
“That’s all I can do, Ms. Harding. Sorry.”
She almost rolled her eyes. “Monday it is. Nice meeting you again, Max.”
“Sure,” Max answered and closed the door.
Tess resisted the urge to give Max’s closed door the finger. Getting information was sometimes a very tedious and nauseating line of shitty work. But someone had to do it.
TBC...
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