Tempest Court. Jan Walters

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      Chapter 10

      After walking about the exhibit in silence, Lisa squeezed Brett’s hand. “Are you okay?”

      Brett gave a curt nod, dissipating his dark thoughts. “Yeah. Why?”

      “You’ve been acting weird since our conversation with Layla. Do you want to leave?”

      “No. We might as well see the entire exhibit. Besides, Layla would be disappointed if we left early.”

      Lisa glanced around the room. “Speaking of disappointment, have you seen Donnellson tonight?”

      He’d forgotten all about his friend. “Let me give him a call.” Whipping out his phone, he dialed the number. The ringing sound behind him drew his attention. He slowly turned, spotting Donnellson with his phone in hand.

      “You rang?” Donnellson walked to Lisa’s side and gave her a quick hug.

      “You look sharp tonight, all dressed in black.” Lisa grinned at Donnellson.

      “Have you two seen Layla? I want to let her know that I’m here—late, but I’m here.”

      Lisa’s smile faded. “Damn it, Kevin. You know how important this night is for her.”

      Donnellson held up his hands. “Down, girl. I know, that’s why I’m here.”

      “I think Lisa’s point is that you’re late.” Brett cursed under his breath. “Damn, Donnellson.”

      “For your information, I have a good reason for being late. I stopped and bought flowers for her, as well as arranged for a private dinner later tonight.”

      “Well then, you’re excused.” Pointing to the corner, Lisa announced, “She’s over there. You’d better go say hi.”

      Lisa turned to Brett, stunned. “I can’t believe Kevin took the trouble to arrange a surprise for Layla.”

      He shrugged. “Don’t be looking at me like that. I had nothing to do with it. It was all his idea.”

      “If you say so. Let’s go home. I know you’re tired and I’m beat.”

      “Without seeing the mummy?” He nodded to an adjoining room. A line of people waiting to get inside to view the mummy filed past them.

      Lisa’s eyes widened. “Do you see that crowd? It would be an hour before we’d get close enough to see it.”

      Truth be known, Brett didn’t want to look at the mummy. Things had been going well, and he didn’t want to press his luck in case she changed her mind. Grabbing her elbow, he guided her through the crowd. Once outside, he sucked in a deep breath. It felt like the first time he had breathed all night.

      Later that night, Brett lay in bed with his arms folded behind his head.

      Sleep eluded him. Brett tossed and turned for a couple of hours. Lisa moaned and drew the covers up over her head. He rolled over and punched his pillow, trying to settle in. His body felt jittery, like a current of electricity flowed through his veins. Filled with anticipation or apprehension, whichever one, he sensed that something was going to happen. He didn’t know what or when, but his instincts were rarely wrong.

      * * * * *

      Michael’s body shimmered in the moonlight. Bored, he decided to hang out at Brett’s house. Even though his great-grandson was sound asleep, Michael enjoyed being near Brett. It gave him a sense of normalcy—something he hadn’t had in more years than he could count. Besides, this way he’d keep an eye on the young detective. Keep him safe.

      Michael settled in Brett’s recliner and lifted the leg rest. He tossed his fedora on the sofa before stretching out. Michael slipped into a light sleep—not that ghosts slept, but at least his eyes were shut.

      Then he heard it: the low vibration sound, like a wound-up toy that barely worked. A chill ran up his spine. Michael lowered the leg rest and sat on the edge of the chair; his head cocked to one side, trying to locate the sound. Damn it! Are the rug and vase in his bedroom? That boy is asking for trouble!

      He eased out of the chair and crept toward the bedroom. Michael hesitated outside Brett’s bedroom. He felt like a stalker. Geez! How do I get in these predicaments?

      He inched the door open, tiptoeing across the carpeted floor. Moonlight streamed through a large open window. Michael peeked at Brett to make sure he was sleeping. So far, so good.

      The closet door was slightly ajar. Rather than take a chance of waking Brett or Lisa, Michael shifted to a ghostly form, enabling him to go through solid structures. Inside the closet, he materialized once again and listened, zeroing in toward the sound. A wadded-up towel was on the shelf. It had better be the vase, not a vibrator. Slowly, he reached out, drawing it toward him. Pulling the fabric aside, he peered inside. He gripped the vessel and carefully removed the towel. He felt a shiver ripple through his body. A tiny squeal leaked out of his mouth. Damn it! He stared at the oblong vase-like container. After hanging out at the Art Center tonight, the Egyptian symbols and objects were fresh in his mind. Lisa thought this thing was just a vase. He disagreed. He’d bet that the lid on the vase was Egyptian, which was not good. He hated anything connected to mummies. All he could think of was how Boris Karloff scared the bejesus out of him. With a shake of his head, he attempted to push the fear from his mind. He had to prevent Brett and Lisa from making a big mistake.

      Strange markings covered the outside of the vase. It was heavy as if made from pottery. As he held the curious piece, a light began to grow from the center, filling the closet with light. His breath froze in his chest. Now what was he supposed to do? Drop it? Break it? His hands shook. Should he cover it back up and walk away? But what about Brett and Lisa? They could be in danger.

      When Brett moaned, he nearly dropped the vase.

      “Damn it,” he hissed. He crouched down and grabbed the towel on the floor to cover the glowing vase. He needed to get СКАЧАТЬ