The Prophet of Starfall: Episode 6

“How did you get in here?” Charlene Reynolds demanded of Nathan as she reached for the phone to call security.

“I wouldn’t do that. Just give me a few minutes, and I’ll be out of your hair,” Nathan promised.

Feeling a bit threatened, Reynolds decided to go along with the man until she could figure out what to do.

“You say you’re the Prophet. So why would I help you?” Reynolds asked.

In the seconds that silence hung in the air, Nathan went over the original timeline versus the new one he had accidentally created when he saved Elisabeth’s life. Everything but one small detail was back on track. In the original timeline, Jericho was to have interrogated the thieves while the police dealt with the truck. Now that no official theft had been reported, the thieves were keeping quiet. Nathan knew he needed to get that information to Jericho without directly affecting the timeline and risk messing things up even more.

Nathan studied Reynolds’ face, watching for her reactions.

“You may be the CEO of Thymatec, but I know who you really work for.”

Reynolds’ face went pale.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she insisted.

Nathan reached over, removed a sticky note from its pad, and wrote one name on it. He held it up for Reynolds to read then stuffed the paper into his pocket.

After a pause, Reynolds asked, “What do you need?”

“Simple,” Nathan said. “A course correction.”

* * *

Jericho and Elisabeth waited at the gate for Nathan to return.

“He do this a lot?” Elisabeth asked.

“Honestly, I met him just before you,” Jericho said.

“Well I’m not waiting here forever,” Elisabeth complained. “Either he comes back with help, or I’m going back to the truck. Hang one of the thieves off a cliff and I bet I’ll get some answers.”

“I’ll think of something,” Jericho promised.

Suddenly the phone rang in the guard shack. The guard carefully listened to the voice on the other end then said,

“Yes ma’am.”

As he hung up the phone, he turned to Jericho and Elisabeth.

“You may go through. Just stay on this main drive. It’ll take you right up to the front entrance of the building. Ms. Reynolds, the CEO, will meet you in the lobby.”

“See,” Jericho said with a smile as he pushed Nathan’s motorcycle into a parking space.

“Don’t try to tell me you planned that,” Elisabeth said, raising an eyebrow.

* * *

Just as Jericho and Elisabeth stepped into the lobby of Thymatec Laboratories, the elevator door opened and a young woman exited, followed by a small framed man wearing a crisp pinstriped suit.

“Mr. Jericho,” the woman said, walking toward him. “I am Charlene Reynolds, CEO of Thymatec. In light of this attempted theft of the chemical, I have been advised to speak with you. My attorney, Mr. John Stafford.”

She looked at the small man, and when he started to say something, she shushed him with a wave.

“The Butterfly was a biological weapon we developed then decided against its use. Just before it was scheduled to be destroyed, the thieves broke in and stole a truck containing the last of the supply. I do not know who the thieves worked for, but one of my guards heard them mention this name,” Reynolds said, holding out a piece of paper.

“That’s all I know. I promise you that once the Butterfly is returned, I will personally see that it is disposed of. My office will be in contact with the police department to arrange safe passage to a disposal facility.”

“Why did you develop a chemical weapon in the first place?” Elisabeth asked.

“I am not at liberty to answer that. If either of you have any further questions, you may speak with my attorney,” Reynolds said before turning away and heading back to the elevator.

“Don’t walk away from me,” Elisabeth insisted.

When she took a step towards Reynolds, Jericho stopped her.

Stafford, nervous and jumpy, scurried away after Reynolds.

“I don’t like her,” Elisabeth declared.

“That’s pretty obvious,” Jericho smiled.

“Smug, arrogant little—”

“C’mon, Elisabeth. Let’s get out of here,” Jericho coaxed.

When they stepped outside, they saw Nathan sitting on his bike.

“Seriously?” Elisabeth said.

“What’d she say?” Nathan asked.

“Like you don’t know,” Elisabeth said.

“Where’d you go?” Jericho asked.

“Had to stretch my legs,” Nathan explained.

“Sure you did,” Jericho said teasingly.

“What’d she want?” Nathan asked.

“This may be a clue as to the thieves’ identity,” Jericho said, holding up the paper Reynolds had given him, “but I don’t recognize the name.”

“Let me see,” Elisabeth said, taking the paper.

When she looked at the name on the paper, her face flushed with anger.

“What’s it say?” Nathan asked.

“Garrison,” Elisabeth growled.

“Yea? Who’s that?” Jericho asked.

“Garrison is the street name of Kyran McAddams. Son of Ian McAddams. Owner of the Emerald Garden Club downtown and rumored crime boss,” Nathan recited

“Rumored nothing. He’s the one I think was responsible for my mother’s death. He’s the one I was hunting when those guys jumped me,” Elisabeth snarled.

“Easy now,” Jericho said. “I’ve dealt with Ian McAddams before. He’s dangerous but his son Kyran is the one with powers. I’ve seen him throw bolts of energy that blew up trucks and leveled buildings.”

“When I find him I’ll rip off his face,” Elisabeth muttered, her teeth clenched.

“Maybe you should let me go while you stay here,” Jericho suggested.

“I can control myself,” Elisabeth said.

“Still, we need to be careful,” Jericho pointed out. “McAddams is one of three crime families in the city. This lab is in Pinstripe’s territory. Word of a theft by one family on another’s turf could trigger a war.”

Nathan knew all about Pinstripe. Katherine Roman, the head of the Roman crime family, had had him murdered. But he came back to life with skin as white as snow and a touch that could kill someone as quickly as he chose. Impervious to human needs, Pinstripe retaliated, killing Roman and taking over as head of the family in Burnt Hill, Crescent Bay’s casino strip. After that, Pinstripe became the most feared man in Burnt Hill.

“What about him?” Nathan asked.

“Who?” Jericho asked.

When Nathan pointed past them, Jericho and Elisabeth turned to see a man wearing black pants, boots and a green sleeveless shirt. He was tall and muscular with glowing green eyes and long green hair pulled back in a ponytail. As he walked with decisive steps toward them, they saw that he had two pistols holstered on his hips and a rifle slung over his back.

“Who’s that?” Elisabeth asked.

Jericho let out a light sigh and said,

“4 21”


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