by Ciana Stone
“You’re just going to have to trust me.”
“Fine,” she agreed after a moment. “Let’s go.”
Together they went inside the building. Senna led the way to Ian’s office, where she stopped and knocked.
A few moments later, Ian opened the door. The smile that started taking shape on his face faded when he saw Konnor. “Who are you?” he asked nervously.
“Konnor Chase.” Konnor extended his hand.
“And why, exactly, are you here?” Ian didn’t budge from his place at the door.
“I asked him to come with me,” Senna lied, wondering why Ian was so nervous.
Ian gave her a dubious look but moved out of the way. She and Konnor entered the office and Ian locked the door behind them. “I’m a little curious,” Ian said as he gestured toward his office. “Why did you want to wait until after-hours? I had two appointments available earlier in the day.”
“I didn’t want Kendal to know I was coming,” she replied as she entered his private office.
“I was under the impression you are she are close,” he commented as he took a seat in the chair facing the couch.
“So was I.”
“Would you care to elaborate?”
Senna considered it before answering. Even though she was upset with Kendal, she didn’t want to be the cause of Kendal losing her job. Ian was very strict about confidentiality. If he found out Kendal had been talking about patients, he would fire her.
She also thought it was strange that he wanted to focus on her relationship with Kendal. It was almost as if he was stalling for time. She had never seen him so edgy and didn’t know what could be the cause, unless it was Konnor’s presence.
“It’s not important,” she said at last. “I want to try to regression again, and this time I’m willing to use the drugs.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that,” a deep voice came from the direction of the private restroom to one side of the office.
Senna jumped and looked in the direction of the voice. She felt Konnor stiffen beside her and after a moment he stood. “What are you doing here?” he demanded, rather than asked.
The man walked out of the shadows. Senna immediately got the impression that he was someone who was unaccustomed to being challenged. His bearing was that of a man accustomed to being in charge.
“I might ask the same thing,” the man replied then turned his attention to Senna. “Dr. Laserian, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Bruce Slater. I’m what you might call Chase’s boss, and I’m here for the same reasons you are. To find out what you know.”
“About what?” she asked. “If you’re really Konnor’s superior then why don’t you tell me what this is all about? What is it you think I know or am involved in?”
Slater cut his eyes to Konnor for a second then returned his attention to her. “Am I to assume that he hasn’t told you anything?”
“Yes.”
Slater crossed the room and took a seat in the vacant chair next to Ian. “Dr. Laserian, I’m going to do something I rarely do. I’m going to level with you. Please bear in mind that everything I say is strictly confidential, and if at any time I have reasons to suspect that you or the good doctor have repeated any portion of what I’m about to say, you will be terminated. Is that clear?”
Senna swallowed hard, trying to force the lump in her throat to disappear, then nodded.
“Very well.” Slater looked up at Konnor, who was still standing. Konnor sat down beside Senna without a word.
“As a physicist, I’m sure you’re familiar with the theories on particle beam accelerator weapons,” Slater said.
“Yes,” she nodded.
“Good,” he continued. “Now, again, bear with me. To begin this tale we must go back in time to the 1880’s, when a French diplomat began an unauthorized dig in Telloh. The results of that were, as you well know, the excavation of a sizable collection of tablets, jars and incised cylinder seals. His collection was purchased by the Louvre. No one realized at the time that what had been collected would prove tangible evidence of a civilization that until then had been relegated to myth and legend—an ancient culture whose roots stretched back to the beginnings of recorded history.”
“Sumer,” Senna said. “I know the story.”
“Yes, I imagine you do,” he agreed. “However, what you do not know, at least not consciously, is that what has been found in that same region, since the 1880’s, is far more than mere evidence of the Sumerian civilization.” He paused to light a cigarette then offered the pack to her.
“No, thank you,” she declined. “What exactly do you mean by ‘more than evidence’? And what does that have to do with particle beam accelerators?”
Have you ever strayed from the safety of the proven, Dr. Laserian?” he asked. “Perhaps entertained ideas that didn’t necessarily agree with the accepted?”
“Such as?”
“Well…” He inhaled slowly and exhaled as leisurely before continuing. “There are a number of theories on the origin of the Sumerian civilization, aside from those supposed by your father and his colleagues. In fact, many books have been written that theorize not only on the origin of the people but also the sudden advancements made—advancements that until now we accepted as mere inspired leaps, if you will.”
“And your point is?”
Slater smiled slyly. “My point is what if the so-called outlandish theories are correct and there was intervention?”
“Intervention? Such as?”
“Not of this world.”
At first she thought he was playing some kind of game but after a moment she realized he was serious. “Come on!” she exclaimed. “You cannot be serious!”
“Can’t I?”
She shook her head. “Mr. Slater, you’ve been reading too many new age books. There is no physical evidence that supports the theory than an alien civilization is responsible for the Sumerian civilization and the genetic mutation of earth beings into modern man.”
“Isn’t there?” he asked with a smile.
Senna sat back and regarded him for a moment. “Is that what this is all about? You have some crazy notion that aliens from an as-yet undiscovered planet came here and developed a particle beam accelerator weapon? Well, excuse me for saying so, but that’s patently absurd. I’ll grant you that there are books with compelling and enticing stories that make it tempting to entertain the notion that civilization began on our world due to alien intervention, but again, I must point out that there is no evidence to support the theory.”
“Isn’t there?”
“Must you do that?” She was started to get irritated with his smug manner.
“And must you be so secure in your scientific righteousness that you cannot entertain the possibility?” he countered.
She fell silent and looked away. He was right. She was behaving like people she had always detested, those physicists from the “old school” who refused to even entertain the ideas set forth by the theories of quantum mechanics.
“Let’s say, for the sake of argument, that you’re right,” she relented. “If such a weapon did exist, then why was no evidence of it ever discovered?”
“What if it wasn’t the weapon itself?” he asked in turn. “But detailed plans on how to construct it?”
Senna was shocked and for a few moments considered his question. “I don’t think so,” she said after a prolonged silence. “I don’t profess to be an expert on the Sumerian civilization or language, but I don’t think anything indicating such a technology has been found or even suspected. If it had, it would have created such a sensation when the word got out that…”
The thought of what would happen should such a thing ever be discovered, made her trail off in mid-sentence. If something of that nature had ever been discovered it would never have been made public knowledge. Instead, the world powers would have entered into a determined and deadly race to possess the knowledge. She looked at Slater with fresh suspicion. “What d
oes this have to do with me?”
He stubbed out his cigarette in a lead crystal candy dish on the table, and leaned forward, propping his elbows on the arms of his chair. “There is evidence that such a weapon can be constructed. Some of the information was discovered in the Middle East, just prior to the Second World War. Other information has surfaced since then from various locations, but not enough to complete the puzzle. We have part of it, and there are others who hold key pieces. We’ve spent the last three decades trying to recover those pieces.”
“And again I ask what does that have to do with me?”
“We believe that your parents figured out the puzzle,” he answered. “And we believe that is why they were killed.”
Senna was floored. “You think…but that doesn’t make any sense! They weren’t engineers or physicists, they were archaeologists and linguists. Why would they be interested—”
“Your father was considered one of the most brilliant minds of his time,” Slater interrupted.
“Perhaps,” she agreed, “but I still don’t see what that has to do with me. Even if they did discover something, whatever they knew died with them. What do you think I can do? I was a child. I didn’t have access to their work, and I wouldn’t have understood it even if I did.”
“Maybe, or maybe not.”
Senna looked to Ian for support but he averted his eyes. In desperation, she turned to Konnor, who had been completely silent. “This is crazy, Konnor. Even if there was the remote possibility that my parents stumbled onto something like he proposes, there’s no way they would have told me about it. And even if they had I wouldn’t have understood it.”
“Maybe you would have,” he replied quietly.
She was taken aback that he would side with Slater, but immediately concluded that she was being naïve to think that he would support her. After all, he was CIA, and his loyalty lay with his organization and not some woman he had just met. Her wish for him to defend her was based solely on how strongly she felt about him, not on how or if he reciprocated those feelings.
“Think about it,” he said when she continued to stare at him. “According to everything I’ve read, you were considered to be a child prodigy. After your return you possessed the equivalent education of someone who had completed over two years of college and your knowledge of physics allowed you to exempt three years of study. That would seem to indicate the distinct possibility that you would have understood the concepts if they had been presented to you.”
“But they weren’t!” she insisted. “Don’t you see? That’s the whole point. And I have all my memories prior to my mother being killed at the airport. So, if they didn’t tell me when they were alive, how could I possibly know anything? Or do all of you think they communicated some secret knowledge to me from the grave?”
Konnor looked over at Slater and Senna followed his gaze. Slater smiled at her and lit another cigarette. “Dr. Laserian, we could sit here for days and debate this, but in the end we would most likely find ourselves still on opposing sides. It is our contention that you possess knowledge that is vital to our government. How you came by that knowledge is unclear, but we suspect it is intimately connected to the two years that are missing from your memory. And that, in effect, is why we are all here. To try and unlock those memories.
She looked at Ian and this time he met her eyes. “If we can find the key that unlocks the barrier then the mystery will be solved. And that’s what you’ve wanted all along, isn’t it? To find out what happened during those missing years?”
At that moment, Senna wasn’t sure she wanted to know. Maybe she was better off not knowing. Then again, she didn’t see that she had a choice. She suspected that if she refused, Slater would just have her taken somewhere against her will. And she didn’t want to end up in the hands of someone she didn’t know and trust. At least she knew Ian would look out for her welfare.
“All right,” she agreed.
Ian smiled and reached over to pat her hand. Slater stood and went to the door that led to the reception room. “Come in, please.”
Senna turned to Konnor. He smiled and gave her hand a squeeze. “It’ll be okay,” he assured her. “I’ll be with you all the way.”
She felt somewhat reassured by his promise and gave him a grateful smile. But the smile vanished when she turned around. The person Slater had called into the room stopped in front of her.
A cold chill raced down her back as she looked up at him. She didn’t understand why, but she was deathly afraid of him.
“This is Dr. Kinski,” Slater introduced the tall blond man. “Doctor, your subject, Senna Laserian.”
Senna cringed when Kinski turned his eyes on her. He had the coldest face she had ever seen. Perfectly symmetrical and almost delicate in structure, his features were arranged in an expression of superiority and disdain. His almost-white blond hair matched his eyebrows and lashes, and his eyes were the palest blue she had ever seen. It was as if the black dilated pupils were set entirely in a sea of white.
His pale eyes glittered like ice in the sun as he took her hand. “I have been in anticipation. Are you ready to begin?”
Senna wanted only to turn and run. She felt like a bird pinned under the sharp eye of a serpent, terrified and desperate to escape, yet unable to move. Unconsciously, she felt for Konnor’s hand. This time, however, not even his strong warm touch gave her comfort.
Charlotte-Mecklenburg Police Department
Ryan was just getting into his car when Paige ran out of the stairwell in the parking deck. “Ryan!” she shouted. “Hold up!”
He waited beside the car as she ran over, marveling at how she managed to run in the high heels she wore.
“Ron just called from the lab,” she said when she reached him. “They found something.”
Ryan pressed the lock mechanism on the remote and dropped his keys into his jacket pocket as he started for the elevator with Paige beside him. “Did he say what it was?”
She shook her head, still winded from the run. Ryan felt a surge of excitement. If they could get just one break then maybe they could solve these murders. He just couldn’t imagine what the lab had turned up. They had been adamant about the fact that there was nothing found in either of the victim’s rooms or on the bodies aside from the metal fragments and notes.
“So, what’ve you got planned for the night?” she asked as they got into the first available elevator.
“Sleep, hopefully,” he replied. He was in a foul mood. He had been hopeful he would have a chance to talk with Senna when she came in to identify the suspect. He had not expected Konnor to come with her and it didn’t improve his mood which was already bad enough.
To make matters worse, Paige had not let up on him all day about Senna being involved in the murders. They had gone over it time and again and he had not been able to change her mind. She was convinced that Senna was the focal point of the entire thing, and moreover, she refused to give up on the idea that Senna knew more than she was saying.
Ryan didn’t see how Senna could know anything. In fact, he tended to lean toward the theory that she was as much a target as the men who had been killed. Paige had challenged him to come up with any explanation to support his theory, no matter how bizarre, and so far he had been unsuccessful.
For once, Paige seemed content to let the matter drop. But that didn’t mean she didn’t have other things to talk about. She backed him up against the wall of the elevator and rubbed against him. “How about an instant replay of that scrumptious breakfast at your place, partner?”
“Paige, come on.” He pushed her to arm’s length. “We’re at work, for god’s sake!”
“Meet me later.” She grabbed his crotch.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“Well, little Ryan certainly thinks so.” She stroked his lengthening erection. “He can’t wait. I’ve got all kinds of treats for him. More of what you’ve already sampled, if you want.” She grinned as he suddenly sur
ged to full erection. “You get off on that, don’t you, baby?”
“Paige, for the love of—”
“It’s okay, she crooned. “I get off on it too. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it—you inside me, stretching me, filling me.” She squeezed him harder.
“Not now!” He grabbed her hand to peel it off him. He didn’t want her to know that at the moment all he could think about was bending her over and taking her right there in the elevator.
She laughed and moved to stand beside him, smoothing her hair. “Well, at least now you have something interesting to think about, don’t you?”
It was the last thing Ryan wanted to think about. He was as hard as a rock and he wanted to think about anything that would get rid of his erection. He concentrated on the murders. It worked like a charm. His hard-on vanished as soon as an image of the last victim appeared in his mind.
The elevator doors opened and Ryan stepped out before Paige, leaving her to follow him. Ron, the head technician, was waiting for them with a big grin on his face.
“Hey, Ron. What’ve you got?” Ryan tried not to sound as excited as he felt, or Ron looked.
“Over here.” Ron gestured them toward a long table. “First of all, let me say that if you guys hadn’t been on the ball and decided to go over the scene again, I wouldn’t have anything to show you.”
Ryan cut Paige a puzzled look. He had not instructed the lab to go over either of the scenes a second time. In fact, he could not remember an instance where that had happened. Paige shook her head at his look. “Not me. Maybe the lieutenant.”
Ryan thought it odd that no one had mentioned it to him, but pushed the thought aside for the time being to give Ron his full attention. “And you came up with what?” he asked.
“Two hairs,” Ron said. “Caucasian, long, very dark brown, almost black. Natural color, no dye, no bleach.”
“Where?”
“The bedspread.”
Ryan frowned. He knew for a fact that all of the sheets and the bedspread had been vacuumed thoroughly and the contents sent to the lab. Nothing had turned up and he had a hard time believing that the technicians had simply overlooked evidence.
