Mia Pavelec was leaning against a Victoria PD patrol car outside the Mertons’ home, talking on her phone. “Uh huh. I trust you. Well, I trust your track record, anyways. I know. Yep, invoice the SU, as usual. Okay, I think he’s here. Thanks, Ian.”
Pavelec tucked her phone into her pocket as a yellow hybrid Prius pulled into the cul-de-sac, its “In Service” taxi sign lit up. “You’re Roy Sweet?” she said to the driver, a slightly overweight South American man. Continue reading
Kevin was already through the front door before he had time to think about what he was doing.
He stopped briefly to assess the Esther-shaped hole in the wall in front of him. She’s dead, Kevin thought again. One punch, just like that. What am I doing?
He tried to silence the rapidfire stream of questions that was bubbling up inside him, like Who is this guy? and Why did he kill Esther? and How is he so strong? and Do I even know how to use a gun? Continue reading
The man who had fallen from the sky–“Caleb,” Esther had called him–stood on the sidewalk, staring at Esther with a pure, mindless hatred in his red-veined eyes that Kevin had never seen before. There was a long silence.
Nineteen seconds, twenty, twenty-one, thought Kevin. Thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six…
Esther broke first. “I thought I might see you tonight,” she said, and pulled the front door closed behind her. “You made it here pretty early, too, all things considered.”
“Wouldn’t want to keep you waiting,” said Caleb. “Wasn’t easy, of course. Ever tried to fly over the Arctic Ocean with a bullet in your thigh?” Caleb cocked his head on one side with a manic grin, as if he was setting up the punchline of a joke. Continue reading
“Okay,” said Andy Button. “Looks like she’s home now. Car’s in the driveway. Say the word and Operation: Be the Better Other Man is a go.”
Andy and Kevin were standing at the mouth of a small cul-de-sac, ducked behind a beat-up white van with tinted windows.
“Wait,” said Kevin. “Don’t I get any input on the operation name?”
“But that one’s stupid.” Continue reading
“Hold on,” said Esther, staring in turn at Sullivan and Pavelec. “Walter Carton is dead?”
Detective Sullivan nodded in confirmation. “His neighbours called in a disturbance on Saturday night, and when we responded we found him dead in his kitchen.”
“And Caleb couldn’t have gotten his powers from someone else who could do the same thing?” Continue reading