“A bit rude of you to keep us waiting,” said Ian Innis, looking down at Naomi. “But I suppose you can’t just come back whenever you want to, eh? It’s got to be the full six minutes and change, doesn’t it?”
“Nice of you to keep these two out of the way for us, though,” continued Innis, gesturing to Francis and Officer Diggins. “Not that we couldn’t have handled them along with the others, I suppose, but no need to put ourselves at any greater risk than we already were. Somebody might’ve gotten hurt.” Continue reading
Something dragged at Naomi’s left arm, and something else pulled against her right. Here in the other place, the unknown space she went to when she skipped, the sensations were strange, slow, soft, infused with that indescribable purpleness that dominated this time away from time. But here again was the electric edge of blackness, of wrongness, that she had only felt once before, the only other time she had ever brought someone here with her.
Her eyes opened. Continue reading
Within moments, the RCMP Emergency Response Team had assembled itself into formation, and the main breaching group was approaching the garage under cover of their riot shields, compact battering ram at the ready. Behind them, taking cover behind their vehicles, were their veritable army of backup, the barrels of their weapons levelled at every door and window, ready to mow down any threats that might present themselves.
Two of the ERT members had detached themselves from the vehicles and crossed over to the sidewalk across from the house, where they were standing and watching the windows. A few curious faces popped up and the ERT members waved at them, gesturing to close the blinds. The frightened inhabitants quickly did as suggested.
Naomi watched in both fascination and fear. Continue reading
The rough fabric of Miguel’s thin jacket rubbed against the back of Naomi’s neck and brushed against her wrists. The jacket was coarse, and too big for her, and much too warm for a day like this. The sun was rising higher, beaming in through the windows of the unmarked cop car and making Naomi sweat.
But she resisted Francis’s suggestion to take it off. Continue reading
Miguel stood, knees slightly shaking, shoulders drooped, Adam’s apple bobbing in his scrawny neck, his resolution wavering even as he repeated his demand, jabbing a finger towards Naomi for emphasis: “She stays.”
Feigned sympathy fought its way back into Francis’s facial expression, but failed to win complete control of her vocal cords: “Why?” she half-growled.
The tone of the demand seemed to catch Miguel off-guard. “She… has to stay,” he repeated. “She has to. Because… He wants her.” Continue reading