Stanley – 33


 STANLEY

Season 2

Part 33

Rated M for mature content.

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“Uh oh…”, she said.

Michel looked up at her, his eyebrows frowned. he appeared not to have noticed anything.

“Trouble…”, she simply added, discreetly pointing to the three men.

As hard as she may have been thinking he would, the bearded man did not turn his head immediately, instead he stared at the window, looking at the reflection of the restaurant to see what she meant. Wow, he’s not as thick as I imagined, she thought. Well, not up there at least, she added with a smirk which, unfortunately, quickly disappeared as she remembered what was going on. The three strangers had entered the restaurant like cowboys entering a saloon, completely confident and proud of themselves, and they had reasons to be so! They were tall, buffed and all seemed extremely intimidating with their black suits, their black glasses and their neatly combed short hair. A normal person would have done everything they could to avoid even having eye contact with them, one could feel the strength of their gaze even through the tinted glass. They took a look around, slowly scanning the perimeter, as if they were looking for something. Or someone.

Stephanie had almost hoped that they weren’t there for Michel and her. Perhaps they are just coming here for a simple meal, she thought as she took a sip of her soda, still discreetly looking at them. Unfortunately she was wrong, they were there for the two of them, for as soon as they took a look at the whole room, making sure the way was clear, they approached their table without even a hint of hesitation. Damn it…, cursed the young woman. How did they know we were here so fast? How did they even know it was us? We made sure to cover our faces when we escaped and the cops following us weren’t able to see us clearly, I’m sure of it. Plus we were careful not to leave any DNA on the scene. So how?! She couldn’t explain this. Somehow the government -because these guys were clearly not cops or private goons, they belonged to the government, probably a well hidden branch too- had already heard of them and was tracking them.

“Do you think we should try to run?”, Michel asked quietly.

Stephanie shook her head.

“No,” she replied as discreetly, “we still aren’t sure they are here for us, plus I’m sure they’re armed. Let’s wait a bit more. But be ready to act when I give you the signal…”

“Le signal? Quel signal?”, Michel asked, confused.

The young woman did not reply, moving slightly to get in a more comfortable sitting position as the government agents closed in on them. She was racking her brain to try to find an explanation to their presence so soon and a plan to get out of there if things went awry. Was it possible they were from… No, she thought, impossible. Or is it? She couldn’t say. She had heard things, rumors, about a special branch of the government, a very very very VERY secret agency that took care of… special cases. Cases involving events that weren’t really explainable with normal logic, mysterious disappearances, etc. But these were all heresays, and bad hearsays at that, nothing more. She had no assurance that it was linked to them. They couldn’t… they couldn’t have known about her, could they? No, it had been so long… She had the urge to get up and run away immediately, she didn’t want to see if what she had heard was true, but she couldn’t. If she did they’d surely catch her. She had to wait and take them by surprise if she wanted to make it out… But how?, she thought as the three men stopped besides her and Michel’s table. She didn’t know yet, she’d have to improvise… In the meantime she turned her head towards them and smiled.

“Hello! Is something wrong?”, she asked as innocently as possible.

To be continued…

Stanley – 32


 STANLEY

Season 2

Part 32

Rated M for mature content.

Previous Chapter


She had the impression they had been running for hours as they finally slowed down to a normal walking pace. They entered the fast food, trying to act as normal as possible despite their heavy breathing and the fact that both of them were drenched in sweat. They sat down at a table after ordering something to eat; Michel had insisted he “fill his belly with the sweet delight of fast cuisine” and she hadn’t had the heart to say no, her stomach rumbling at the smell of those delicious fries. Her partner started devouring his meal immediately and she followed in turn, both famished after having to run away from that horde of cops.

They had been halfway through the second rooftop when they had heard the shouts of police officers telling them to stop coming from the stairway behind them. How they had managed to get up there so fast was something Stephanie couldn’t explain but they had managed it. Of course neither of them had hesitated even a single second before starting to run faster, she couldn’t get caught, especially not after what she had done. She didn’t manage to stop herself from cringing at the thought, it had all been for naught… Plus she didn’t have a very fond memory of prison cells. Apparently Michel wasn’t too keen on letting himself get caught either because he lead the way without slowing down.

Where the shouts of the police officers had not even fazed her a bit, the first gunshots had almost made her freeze on the spot, almost. It had been surprising, she had never heard a gunshot from such little distance and the whizzing of the bullets as they rushed past both of them was quite surprising too but, since Michel didn’t skip a beat in his run, she didn’t stop and kept running. They had cut it close, very close even, she had to admit that. Even with all her good will and the energy she put into moving her legs one in front of the other at the highest speed possible she couldn’t help but being a little scare, or, more precisely, a bit apprehensive. Being on a rooftop wasn’t that dangerous in itself if one knew how to keep one’s balance and not to do anything stupid. The problem is that they were doing all the stupid possible at that moment: running at full speed, not caring where they stepped, running away from cops and being shot at. Not the most clever thing she had done in her life…

She had barely felt anything as the bullet had grazed her on the right side of her chest, making a hole in her jacket, it had been the feeling of wetness and the dizziness that had come after that had alerted her that something was wrong. She hadn’t said anything though, not before they had managed to get back down to the street. Then, and only then, as the cries of the police officers on the rooftops could still be heard, she had told Michel.

“Let’s get to the car first , we’ll see that then,” she had replied as he had advised to check her wound.

They had driven off as quickly as possible, somehow evading all the police cars on the way and had finally ended up in the commercial zone. Michel had parked the car near a mall and had bought a few supplies to treat her wound while she was evaluating the damage. In the end it hadn’t been to serious, a gash on her side and nothing more. Still hurting but with a clean wound and a reassured mind, they had walked in the nearest fast food to grab a quick bite. And here they were, unsure of what to do next, if they had been tracked by the police or if they were now fugitives. After all, the cops hadn’t been close enough to get a look at their faces so they most likely were safe, but one never knew. Stephanie was starting to relax, thinking back to the apartment and the clues they had found as she ate her chicken burger, when she saw the three men in black suits walk in the room.

To be continued…

Stanley – 31


 STANLEY

Season 2

Part 31

Rated M for mature content.

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The dark-haired young woman and her more-light-colored-hair friend were about to move out of the apartment towards the staircase when they suddenly heard the police sirens that had been in the background since a few minutes ago ring out much closer and tires screeching as cars came to a halt in front of the building. They both stopped in their tracks as they were about to walk towards the elevator and looked at each other.

“Do you think we should go check it out très chère?” Asked Michel after a few seconds spent trying to figure out what was indeed happening.

Stephanie simply nodded before rushing back into the apartment and looking out the window. She immediately froze as she saw almost a dozen policemen in uniforms rush out of their cars and enter by the front door. The young woman somehow immediately knew they were coming exactly where they were, how she knew that would remain a mystery but somehow she did.

“Damn it!” She swore as she backed away and looked at Michel who had looked out the window too.

“What do we do maintenant?” He asked with a tense expression.

“I don’t know…” Replied the young woman as her brain fumed, trying to come up for a solution to get out of the hellhole they were trapped in.

They couldn’t leave by the front entrance, it would seem to suspicious but they couldn’t very well stay there either because it would almost certainly insure their capture and their prosecution as The Duck’s murderers. No one would believe them if they tried to explain what they were doing here, especially not her. Plus everything would come to light, everything she had had to do. The young woman shivered at the thought. No, it couldn’t happen, they had to get out.

“This way?”

She turned towards the bearded man as she heard his voice, he was pointing towards the window. As her eyes followed his well muscled and tanned arm she imagined herself being wrapped in it and relishing the moment as her mind went back to the previous night. Then she saw the staircase and it all became clear, the fog clouding her mind seemed to go away and she let a smile spread across her face as she understood what he meant. Of course! She thought. The emergency staircase! 

“Yes, you’re a genius!” She exclaimed as she gave him a kiss on the cheek before rushing towards the red metallic structure outside the window.

Michel followed her closely after closing the window as best as he could behind him. They ran as fast as they could up the stairs, hearing the sounds of policemen entering the apartment soon after they had exited it. The young woman thanked the upcoming summer and all those sessions at the gym for her cardiovascular system’s good shape. They finally arrived on the roof after a few seconds of silent effort and she didn’t have time to catch her breath as they started moving again.

To be continued…


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Stanley – 31


 STANLEY – 31

Rated M for mature content.

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The dark-haired young woman and her more-light-colored-hair friend were about to move out of the apartment towards the staircase when they suddenly heard the police sirens that had been in the background since a few minutes ago ring out much closer and tires screeching as cars came to a halt in front of the building. They both stopped in their tracks as they were about to walk towards the elevator and looked at each other.

“Do you think we should go check it out très chère?” Asked Michel after a few seconds spent trying to figure out what was indeed happening.

Stephanie simply nodded before rushing back into the apartment and looking out the window. She immediately froze as she saw almost a dozen policemen in uniforms rush out of their cars and enter by the front door. The young woman somehow immediately knew they were coming exactly where they were, how she knew that would remain a mystery but somehow she did.

“Damn it!” She swore as she backed away and looked at Michel who had looked out the window too.

“What do we do maintenant?” He asked with a tense expression.

“I don’t know…” Replied the young woman as her brain fumed, trying to come up for a solution to get out of the hellhole they were trapped in.

They couldn’t leave by the front entrance, it would seem to suspicious but they couldn’t very well stay there either because it would almost certainly insure their capture and their prosecution as The Duck’s murderers. No one would believe them if they tried to explain what they were doing here, especially not her. Plus everything would come to light, everything she had had to do. The young woman shivered at the thought. No, it couldn’t happen, they had to get out.

“This way?”

She turned towards the bearded man as she heard his voice, he was pointing towards the window. As her eyes followed his well muscled and tanned arm she imagined herself being wrapped in it and relishing the moment as her mind went back to the previous night. Then she saw the staircase and it all became clear, the fog clouding her mind seemed to go away and she let a smile spread across her face as she understood what he meant. Of course! She thought. The emergency staircase! 

“Yes, you’re a genius!” She exclaimed as she gave him a kiss on the cheek before rushing towards the red metallic structure outside the window.

Michel followed her closely after closing the window as best as he could behind him. They ran as fast as they could up the stairs, hearing the sounds of policemen entering the apartment soon after they had exited it. The young woman thanked the upcoming summer and all those sessions at the gym for her cardiovascular system’s good shape. They finally arrived on the roof after a few seconds of silent effort and she almost didn’t have time to catch her breath before they started moving again.

To be continued…

Stanley – 30


 STANLEY – 30

Rated M for mature content.

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“What the fuck…?” Silently voiced the young woman as she noticed what he was talking about.

A large black feather was stuck to the yellowish substance. How could that have gotten stuck there? She couldn’t expain it to herself, unless a bird had been kept alive in that fridge, but why would anyone do that? Unless… Unless it was the one who had beat her to her revenge, unless it was a message he had left behind, a signature ot mark his passage. Stephanie looked at the feather, it was as black as night, no, even darker than that, as if it was darkness itself.

“What do you think it is?”

Michel’s voice shook her out of her thoughts and she looked at him for a moment, registering his question.

“Uh… I don’t really know… Maybe the one who did this to him left that behind to mark his passage here…” She replied, not sure of her answer but unable to formulate any other logical explanations for it.

“Peut-être…” Commented Michel more to himself than to reply to her.

“Are you finished here?” The young woman then asked, looking around to see if anything else needed to be checked.

“Oui, pretty much. This appartment is really nice though, it’s vraiment dommage that we have to leave…” Commented Michel with a sigh.

“Yeah, well I don’t want to go to jail, or worse, for this. Especially since I didn’t do it so I think it’s better we don’t stay.” Said the young woman as she looked back at the fridge.

She frowned, hesitant to do what she had in mind. It was probably a bad idea, as reckless as it would be useless, but still she was thinking about it. She looked at Michel once more and saw that he too was frowning, before eciding herself. The young woman carefully reached inside the fridge, past the cold corpse, and carefully took the feather in her hand without touching anything else.

“What are you doing ma chère?” Asked Michel, curious.

“I’m angry at the one who did this ’cause I wanted to do it myself but I don’t want him or her to get caught for this either, if I could I would rather thank them for it.” She replied with a small smile.

“Oh, intéressant!” Exclaimed the bearded man as he smiled back.

“Yeah, well in these few days I’ve realized many things and the fact that I can’t always be in control of everything is one of them, even I need help sometimes…” Said the young woman as she straightened herself, putting the feather in he pocket. “In our short time together I have at least learned this, I can thank you for that. Merci.” She added, smiling, before giving the older man a peck on the cheek.

“Mais de rien mademoiselle.” He replied with a broad smile.

“We shouldn’t stay here too long, someone might see us.” The young woman said as she walked towards the door, waiting for her new found friend.

“Coming!” He exclaimed as he looked around one last time and making sure to take the small notepad he had found before walking towards the door.

The sun was already quite low in the sky and even though the faint sound of cars and police sirens could be heard coming from the street, Stephanie somehow felt okay again. Perhaps she hadn’t managed to get revenge but now she could put all this behind her and start her life once again, perhaps even with a handsome, though a bit stupid sometimes, bearded man. Who knew? Life had its mysterious ways…

The end.

Or is it?

Stanley – 29


 STANLEY – 29

Rated M for mature content.

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“Yeah.” Replied Stephanie as she looked back as the corpse. “Yeah, right!” She added as she seemed to regain her bearings.

The young woman’s brain went on overdrive as she tried to think of what they should do now. After all they had penetrated in an appartment without any authorization, they had discovered the body of a dead man and hadn’t reported it immediately to the police and, worse yet, they had gone around the appartment touching things and putting their DNA all over the place.

Whatever they would do next was something that had to be thought through very carefully. They couldn’t simply  calk out of there, close the door and go back home as if nothing had happened, this would be very bad for them both. But she didn’t know what they could do at that point to improve their situation. What are we supposed to do? She was starting to panick, this wasn’t going as she had imagined it would.

Well, if it had, we’d have been in about the same situation anyway. Perhaps even dead by now, she thought. So what to do? As if reading her mind, Michel voiced her worries a moment after.

“Donc what do we do now?” Asked the bearded man as he looked at her, a bit lost.

“I… I uh…” The young woman hesitated, thinking about the different outcomes this situation could have before finally deciding herself.

“I think the best thing for us to do is to clean up the place as best as possible, we have to get rid of any trace of our passage so that the police won’t be looking for us. I don’t know how much time we have until someone gets curious but, even if I did want that bastard dead I don’t want them to pin this murder of me!” She exclaimed as she started looking around for anything that they migth have touched or moved.

“D’accord, let’s do that then!” Agreed Michel with a nod.

They both got to work, starting by retracing each of their steps since they had entered the appartment. In the next half hour they managed to put everything back in its place or at least what they thought was its place. None of them had any experience in this kind of situation but they had watched enough TV shows to know that they had to be very careful. For once, humanity’s addiction to the small screen medium prooved to be more useful than just learning about the exact price of things in Stephanie’s oppinion. Thank god I subscribed to Netflix…

As she was looking around the bedroom one more time, checking if she had forgotten anything, she heard Michel call for her once again.

“What is it?” She asked as she rushed back to where the older man was.

“I think I found something.” He replied as he motionned towards the fridge.

“What do you mean you found something?” She asked curiously, looking at the hanging corpse with its mask still on.

“Eh bien, don’t you think this is a bit unsual?” He asked, pointing to the lump of butter that was starting to melt in the fridge.

To be continued…

…in the last chapter of Stanley.

Stanley – 28


 STANLEY – 28

Rated M for mature content.

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She turned towards Michel and they remained like this, looking at each other without a word, for a long moment. The room was so silent they could hear the ticking of the large clock standing in the middle of the apartment, an eternity seemed to pass before Stephanie finally breathed again. Only then did she realize she had been holding her breath all this time. She sighed deeply and shot one more look at the corpse in the fridge before she turned around, rubbing her forehead to try to fight against her growing headache.

“Stephanie?” It was Michel who had spoken. “Tout va bien?”

The young woman looked at him for a moment before she replied. Her voice was flat and without any emotion, as if she was replying by reflex more than because she wanted to talk.

“Yeah, I’m fine Michel, just a little…”

“Lost?” He completed her sentence.

“Yeah…” She responded, looking through the large window of the living room. “This wasn’t exactly what I had expected…”

There was another silence. She looked at the clear sky and the bright sun, still floating in the sky. The faint sound of police sirens could be heard in the background and a flock of birds flew past the building they were in, probably searching for some food. Michel looked at her, he could somehow understand what was going on through her head at the moment. She had hoped for a chance to get her revenge and it had been robbed from her at the last moment, that wasn’t something that was easy to accept.

He was nervously playing with a small piece of paper, mentally giving it shapes without having to touch it. That was one of the good points of his power, he could pull off some complex origami shapes with ease and he had found that he was quite good at it too. It had become something he would do whenever he wanted to get his mind off things, his hands seemed to automatically reach for a nearby piece of paper and he would fiddle with it until he felt better and more relaxed. If not very useful, his ability was at least aesthetic.

“I don’t know what to do…” Suddenly commented Stephanie. “What am I supposed to do now?” She asked, looking at him as if she hoped he would give her an answer.

He could have, he had plenty of ideas of what she could do to get over this dark period of her life, plenty of things she could experience and discover. But he did not voice his idea, knowing that it wouldn’t be much help if she wasn’t ready to move on on her own.

“I don’t know ma chère. That is for you to decide…” He calmly told her as he looked at her with a caring gaze. “Mais for the moment, we should consider what to do with him.” He added as he pointed towards the bank robber’s corpse.

To be continued…

Stanley – 27


 STANLEY – 27

Rated M for mature content.

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“Damn it!” Exclaimed Stephanie as she took a step back.

Michel looked at the cold corpse for a few seconds as silence took over the room and sighed.

“Eh bien, it looks like someone got to him before we did… Unfortunately.”

“Yeah, I don’t think he could’ve done this to himself. I also doubt he even could… Shit!”  Exclaimed Stephanie, letting out her frustration.

All this for nothing? This was all so frustrating! True, she hadn’t spent much time on this pseudo quest but The prophecy that had been given to her by the reincarnation of the turtle and the fact that she had found Michel to help her soon after had given her the impression that this quest was real and that she would somehow get to the end of it. That she would somehow find the bastard that had humiliated her and that she would be able to make him pay.

Yes, he was dead and it looked like he had suffered while leaving this world, but to her it wasn’t sufficient. She wanted to strangle him herself, to beat him senseless and, most importantly, to humiliate him as much as he had her. She thought back to that moment in the bank, she had only told the police what she wanted them to know but the truth was actually slightly different, she had indeed been in the director’s office doing her job as a secretary, but she hadn’t exactly been filing things.

In that moment, as Stephanie looked at the masked face, it came back to her in a flash. The director smiling at her as she came into the office and closed the door behind her. Him touching her round shaped buttocks and her kneeling under his desk, the slight feeling of disgust at what she was doing but the knowledge that it would be worth it. The the door breaking down and The Duck’s men, or more correctly The Duke’s, coming in and threatening to kill the man with greying hair if he didn’t comply.

He had been so frightened that he had not been able to refrain himself from leaking, almost causing her to suffocate. Then, the worst part of it, the robbers discovering her and making her continue what she was doing while she remained drenched in the hot and smelly liquid. The young woman shivered and shook her head, focusing back on what was before her. The man was hanging upside down in his fridge, his skin was taking a bluish color from the cold.

“Who could have done this?” Asked Michel, taking Stephanie out of her thought.

“I don’t know.” Replied Stephanie after a moment of silence.

“And what do we do now? Now that he’s dead I mean…” Questioned the man in his late thirties.

“I don’t know.” Replied the young woman again.

Was this all for nothing? Someone else had done her deed in her place, her revenge had been taken away from her and acted by another, so what was she supposed to do now?

To be continued…

Stanley – 26


 STANLEY – 26

Rated M for mature content.

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“What is it?” She asked as she heard a crash sound coming from where she had heard the man’s voice.

His response didn’t come immediately and a few seconds passed in complete silence before she finally heard Michel reply.

“Uh, comment dire… You should come see this I think…” She heard him say in a hesitant tone.

Stephanie quickly exited the bedroom and walked towards the kitchen, trying to understand what could have caused the man to react like that. For an instant she feared the worst. Had The Duck, no The Duke!, she corrected herself, come back while they were still there? No, impossible. There was no one in the apartment when they got there and she hadn’t heard anyone come in. What could it be then?

The young woman walked in the kitchen, looking all around herself to find out what was wrong. She found Michel standing before the fridge, the door was wide open and it seemed like he was looking at something inside. She couldn’t see what he was looking out however as he was blocking her view. He turned his head around and looked at her, his eyes wide opened and seeming taken aback.

“What is it?” She asked as she crossed the few meters separating them.

He didn’t reply and instead simply took a step back, clearing the way to see what was behind him as he motioned towards it with his hand. Stephanie looked inside the large white food-cooling device and her eyes went wide as she finally could see what was in it.

“What the fuck…?” She muttered under her breath as she took another step to get closer and make sure her eyes weren’t betraying her.

The young woman shot a look at the man with the neatly trimmed beard, as if she was silently asking ‘Am I really seeing this?’, he nodded silently and they both turned back to the body that was hanging inside the white metal box. Indeed, inside the fridge of the criminal mastermind’s apartment was a body, wearing only a pair of light blue underpants, it was hanging upside down, his feet were trapped in a large coat rack fixed to the top of the main compartment and his head was almost touching the surface at the bottom.

His was his back to them so they couldn’t see his face but Stephanie immediately recognized who it was. There was no mistake, this hairline, despite having only seen it once, she remembered it as clear as she remembered her own appearance. Damn it! She cursed inwardly. They stayed like this, both of them silent, looking at the man whose skin had started turning a shade of blue and unable to say anything.

“Should we turn him around?” Asked Michel. “To get a look at his face?”

“Uh, yeah…” Replied Stephanie, already knowing what she was about to find, before motioning towards the body.

They both grabbed one side of the man than had been hanged upside down and slowly pulled it towards themselves, turning him around. Slowly but surely, as they rotated him, the young woman saw the outlining of a venetian mask appear where the corpse’s face was expected.

To be continued…

Stanley – 25


 STANLEY – 25

Rated M for mature content.

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“Bizarre en effet…” Commented Michel as the door slowly opened with a faint squeaking sound.

The young woman looked at him, unsure of what to do for a second. She hadn’t imagined that kind of scenario as she had tried prepare herself for what she would do once she got to that point. The fact that the door was not locked was as strange as it was destabilizing and for once since Stephanie had decided to get revenge she found herself at a loss for an instant. But it didn’t last for long as soon she remembered why she was there and what she had decided to do once she got there. No matter what the situation was, the plan didn’t change : find that bastard and make him pay.

“Come on.” She said to Michel as she walked in the room, carefully looking around for any sign of danger.

The apartment was spacious and well decorated, everything seemed to be in its place, even if it felt as if no one was there at the moment a strange vibe emanated from it. As if it hadn’t been like tht for long.

“Eh bien, this is getting stranger by the minute…” Commented Michel as he too looked around, seemingly searching for something.

“Yeah, something feels off here but I don’t know what…” Replied Stephanie as she ventured in the living room.

A large brown sofa was placed in front of a large flat screen and, in between, stood a small table with a few magazines and books sprawled open on it. A bowl full of peanuts had been placed next to them and an empty glass was standing near it. Stephanie walked towards the large window and looked at the city below them, the building wasn’t the highest in the neighborhood but it still offered quite a nice view of the city, even with the sound of engines running and tires rolling on the road coming from below.

“I’m going to check the cuisine.” Said Michel as she turned towards the door leading to the bedroom.

“Okay.” She replied without even looking back at him and entering the smaller yet spacious room.

A large double bed was covered in black sheets and a number of small objects were displayed here and there on shelves, as if whoever lived there like to collect old pieces of junk. Then something on her right caught her attention, a large painting of a man wearing a venetian mask and costume from the times of great parades in the floating city was hanging on the wall. It had been painted to scale and with impressive details. She immediately knew they were in the right place, no one else could have bought that sort of thing without already having a spiritual connection to it. She took a few steps to get closer and study it in detail when she heard a surprised shout from the other room.

“What the fuck?!” She heard Michel curse from the kitchen.

To be continued…