There it was again. Someone at the front door, knocking like the house was on fire. She glanced at the clock, 8:30 a.m., and blinked.
"Claire," a familiar voice shouted from behind her front door.
"I'm coming," she said to no one. Claire threw off the covers and pulled on a pair of jeans from off the floor.
"Where's the fire?" Claire asked when she opened the door, but when she saw Smith’s expression, she followed it up with, "What's wrong?"
Smith placed his hand on the door jam as if to steady himself. His face was pale, and his legs looked like they were about to give out beneath him.
"I'm so glad you're here," he said.
"Where else would I be?"
Smith looked past her into the living room. "Where's your mom?"
Claire stuck her head out the door and looked toward the garage. Her mom's van was parked out front. "She had to work last night, so I'm sure she's crashed. You want me to get her?"
"No. I’ll talk to her later today. It's you I want to see."
"Smith!” a voice called out from around the side of her home. “You're going to want to see this!"
"Who's that?" Claire asked and stepped onto the porch. The sun shined bright, but the air was surprisingly cold. She shivered.
"Doug," Smith said, walking down the stairs.
Claire followed him. "What's your deputy doing snooping around my house?"
If she puffed hard enough, she could see her breath.
Smith didn't answer. Instead he walked to the back of her house and spoke quietly to Doug.
"What's going on, Smith?" She came up behind him and froze. On her bedroom window was a bloody handprint. She stumbled back.
Smith took hold of her hand before she fell. "It's okay. Everything’s going to be fine."
She jerked away from him. "What the hell is going on?"
"Maybe you should tell me," he said, suddenly becoming just as defensive.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
His expression softened and he took a deep breath. "What do you know about Gary Lewis?"
A knot formed in Claire’s throat. She tried to swallow it but couldn’t.
Smith continued, "He's a man in his forties. Lived over on Clover Street in the trailer park. He worked as a security guard at Bodian Dynamics. Do you know him?"
She nodded but said, “No.”
“Which is it, Claire? Do you know Gary Lewis or not?”
This time she said, "Sort of."
"How?"
She looked at the smeared handprint, her eyes blurring a bit, then turned around searching the woods behind them. They seemed to be alone. She looked back at Smith. "I fought with him at the festival last night. Is that his handprint?"
"What did you fight about?"
The morning light held the maroon-colored flakes of blood pressed to her window. It reminded her of her first day of kindergarten. She had made a handprint with red paint as a gift to her father. She later destroyed it.
"Claire?"
She bit the inside of her lip, wondering how much to say. She was hoping to speak with him in private about Gary, but something serious had obviously happened and it had to do with her. Better tell him everything. Besides, Smith had helped her once before.
She took a deep breath. "A while ago I had to go to Bodian to get a form signed for college. Gary was working the front desk, acting all sorts of creepy.”
She shivered, remembering how oily his stare was. “Anyway, when I finally had a moment to myself, I overheard two scientists talking about a missing drug. They didn’t know I was listening, but when I was discovered, I ran. One of the scientists told Gary to go after me and find out how much I knew."
The pale in Smith’s face was replaced with red, but he remained quiet.
“I hid behind some parked cars and while Gary searched for me, he threatened to hurt my friends if I told anyone. I kept my mouth shut, but Gary’s sort of been following me ever since. I thought he was mostly harmless until last night.”
“What exactly happened?”
Claire wrapped her arms around her chest, her hand pressing lightly over the bruises on her upper arm. She was glad she had decided to put on a long sleeve shirt. “Let’s just say it was a very good thing that Logan and Ethan showed up when they did.”
Smith’s face was really red now. “Why didn’t you call me?”
“I was going to tell you about it today, but I didn’t want to do it where Gary would see. His threat seriously freaked me out! Speaking of which, whatever you decide to do with him, please don’t tell him I said anything. And Bodian, too. They’re just as scary.”
He shook his head. “I’m not sure what to do about Bodian. I’ll look into your claim of a missing drug, subtly though. Bodian’s known for cleaning up their messes. As for Gary, he won’t be a problem anymore.”
“What do you mean?”
Smith looked back at her window. She followed his gaze.
"Did you see Gage last night?" he asked.
This startled her. "No. Why? Is he in town? What's going on?"
Dealing with Gary was one thing, but knowing Gage could be lurking around really scared her.
Smith closed his eyes as if forcing himself not to look at the bloodied print. For a moment, she thought he might never open them. "Over the weekend someone broke into Gary’s home. His girlfriend found him this morning."
She swallowed. "Dead?"
"Yes. He had been severely beaten. Tortured is more like it. It’s the worst crime scene I’ve ever seen."
"And you think Gage did it?"
"The marks we found matched the ones we found at the high school and at the gas station."
Claire remembered him using the word “marks” before. "What do you mean "marks"? Like fingerprints?"
A dark shadow crossed his face. "I don't know. Maybe."
"What’s that supposed to mean?"
"There were prints."
"Well?"
"They weren't normal."
"But doesn't everyone have different fingerprints?"
"Of course,” Smith said. “But the pattern of these weren't right. We haven't seen anything like it. At first, we thought the tech had messed up, but then we found the same prints at the gas station, and now at Gary’s. I don't know what to make of it."
Claire couldn't help it. She had to look at the window again. The deputy, Doug, was pressing a thin plastic sheet over the print. "And what about those?"
Smith shook his head. "We'll know in a couple of hours. My guess is it will match the other crime scenes."
"So, what are you thinking? Gage tortured Gary and then came back here. Why?"
Smith looked at her, his jaw moving as if it didn’t fit right. "I'm worried about you, Claire. I don't want you going anywhere by yourself. In fact, I don't want you going anywhere unless it’s absolutely necessary, and I'm posting a permanent officer outside."
Despite the fact that her stomach was churning, she put her hands up. "Not going to happen. Our band is going to Seattle soon. We have to practice."
"I think your life is the priority here."
Claire shook her head. "Since when have you ever known me to lay down quietly?" He opened his mouth to speak, but she interrupted him. "I'm going to continue doing what I always do, but I promise I'll be careful. And I'll try to make sure I'm never alone."
He tried to speak again.
"And," she said, "I'll check in with you regularly. That's the best I can do."
She wouldn’t let any man assert his control over her ever again. Not that Smith was trying to do that. He was trying to protect her, and she realized this. But Gage was trying to control her. Through fear.
Smith looked to the forest beyond. "Clearly I can't make you do something you don't want to, no matter how foolish. I'll talk to your mom about it later and see if she can talk some sense into you."
Claire shrugged. Agree to disagree.
Although she didn’t say it, his concern for h
er meant a lot. She imagined it was how a father would react. A normal father, that is.
Chapter Ten
Claire walked inside the house and closed the door, her back pressed against it. Smith had left moments ago, but he’d posted an officer outside to keep an eye on things. Would it make a difference? Her gut told her no. There was something supernatural about Gage. Normal methods to capture him simply weren’t going to work.
It was then that she realized she couldn’t do this on her own anymore; she needed to turn to the people she loved most, like she had with Smith. The more people that know, the better, but it needed to be done carefully and in private. Just in case Bodian had someone else watching her now.
She removed her phone and called Logan. "I need to talk to you and Ethan. Can you meet this morning?"
“What about?” Logan asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
"Something happened. I need your help.”
There was a long pause. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. Meet at Eddy’s in thirty minutes?”
“I’ll be there. Hey, Claire?”
“Yes?”
“I’m worried about you. What happened last night at the festival was messed up.”
“That’s just the beginning,” she said, her voice quiet.
“I thought so. There has to be more to the story than you told us. Have you already talked to Ethan this morning?”
“Not yet.”
“Can I ask why you called me first?”
It was her turn to pause. “I don’t know.”
“Think about that. I’ll see you soon.” Logan hung up the phone.
Claire stared into her phone. Why had she called Logan first?
She didn’t dwell on the answer for very long. There were more pressing matters.
Claire texted Ethan instead of calling, something she should’ve done with Logan. Then that whole awkward phone conversation could’ve been avoided. She also texted Kate. A female's opinion could come in handy.
Ethan and Logan beat Claire to Eddy’s. They were sitting across from each other in a booth speaking quietly, but quickly shut up when they saw her. Ethan slid over to make room for her on the bench.
She scooted in, eyeing the restaurant carefully. There wasn’t a big morning crowd, probably because everyone was still trying to recuperate from last night’s festivities. Little did they know that while they were partying, a monster was roaming their city. Outside the restaurant’s window, the officer who had been parked in front of Claire’s house was talking to a waitress on a cigarette break.
“Are you looking for someone?” Ethan asked.
Claire gave the room one more sweep. No one seemed to be paying attention to them.
“Kate should be here soon,” she said.
Just as she said it, Kate walked in, pushing sunglasses up to the top of her head, smoothing back unruly hair.
“This better be good,” she said and dropped into the seat next to Logan. He slid a cup of coffee over to her.
“What are we doing here, Claire?” Logan asked.
Claire twisted a small red straw around her finger. “Something happened in the middle of the night.”
“Are you okay?" Ethan asked. His eyes flickered to her upper arms, which she had thankfully remembered to cover with a long sleeve shirt.
"Before I tell you,” Claire said. “I need to go back several weeks. To when I had to get that college form signed from Bodian Dynamics, remember?"
Kate lowered the coffee cup from her lips. “Vaguely.”
Before Claire continued, she glanced around the dining room again to make sure they weren’t being listened to somehow.
“Talk to us, Claire,” Ethan said.
She nodded and took a deep breath. "That day I went to Bodian, Gary was there, and he was acting really strange, saying weird things and, well, just being himself." Ethan took hold of her hand. "Anyway, I convinced him to let me go down the hall to the vending machines."
"Well? What happened?" Kate asked.
"Before I tell you, I have to swear you all to secrecy. You can't tell anyone unless we all agree. Understand?"
"Just tell us,” Logan said.
"Promise?"
Eventually, they nodded.
Claire proceeded slowly, telling them exactly what she’d told Smith. As the words escaped her lips, she grew stronger and less afraid.
When she got to the part about the missing vials, Kate asked, her eyes wide, “What was in them?"
"I don't know exactly, but they were talking about what the formula did to monkeys and how it changed them."
Logan drew his eyebrows together. "Changed them into what?"
"The woman said they were monsters who stalked and tortured one another. And she was worried that if a human ingested the liquid then they, too, could be transformed into..."
"What?" all three said at the same time.
Claire sighed. "I don't know. That's when I accidentally bumped into the vending machine. They heard me, and the guy scientist chased me out with Gary into the parking lot. I was hiding behind a car when I heard the scientist tell Gary to catch me and find out how much I heard. You should've seen how scared the scientist was. It was like I'd heard them plotting World War Three or something."
"But you got away," Kate said.
"Yeah. I ran, but ever since then Gary’s been following me."
"So that's what last night was about," Ethan said.
“What happened last night?” Kate asked.
Logan leaned back, his fists balled tight in front of him. “Gary attacked Claire.”
“But that’s not all.” Claire glanced away. "Remember Gage?"
Ethan lowered his head into his hands. “This is going from bad to worse.”
"Last night he killed Gary,” Claire said. “Not just killed, but tortured and maimed. Smith said it was the worst crime scene he had ever seen."
"How do they know it was Gage? Did they catch him?" Kate asked.
Claire shook her head.
"They have his prints,” she said, but cringed at the word, remembering what Smith had really said. “And it matched the prints from the other girl’s death at the school’s swimming pool and at the gas station that was robbed."
Kate frowned. "So if they have his prints, why don't they just go arrest him?"
"It's not that simple," Logan explained. "Gage would already have to have a criminal record. If he's never done anything wrong, they won’t know who to look for."
"But it's not just that," Claire said. "There's something wrong with Gage's prints."
"What do you mean?" Ethan asked.
"Smith said they weren't normal. They were unlike any fingerprints he'd ever come across. It’s almost like they weren’t human."
Kate scrunched her face and snickered. "So Gage is some sort of animal? This is getting too weird."
"I'm just telling you what I know."
Logan seemed to be pondering her words, but Ethan just looked mad.
"Well, what do you guys think?" Claire asked.
Kate folded her arms. "I think the police got the prints wrong. And I think Gage is a psycho on drugs.”
"I think it's pretty obvious," Ethan said. "Gage, or whatever his real name is, stole the formula from Bodian and has been taking it. It's messed up his DNA and turned him into some kind of a monster."
Kate laughed. When none of them joined her, she asked, "You can't be serious?"
Claire looked at her. "I am very serious because I've come face to face with him. There is something abnormal, almost supernatural, about Gage."
"So what," Kate said, "you're going to go to the police and tell them some scientifically created, super-mutant is responsible for the crimes?"
Logan shook his head. "She can't do that. No one would believe her."
"You think?" Kate asked.
“I told Smith what happened,” Claire said. “He might come to the same conclusion we did.”
"Remember three yea
rs ago?” Logan asked. “The lab assistant who blew the whistle on some Bodian project that she claimed was illegal?"
When no one answered, he continued, "I remember because my dad had to fill out a report, and he was really stressed out about it. Really stressed out. Like he was afraid he'd lose his job if he said the wrong thing."
"So what happened?" Claire asked.
"Nothing. They fired the lab tech for supposed drug abuse, and then accused her of stealing from them. They pretty much ruined her life."
Kate shrugged. "How do you know she really wasn't a druggie?"
"I overheard my dad telling my mom that they'd set her up. 'Nobody goes against Bodian and survives', he'd said. I've never forgotten it."
Claire sunk into the back of the seat. "What do we do?"
Her voice was small, but not as small as she felt.
"I say we find out the truth. Hard evidence," Ethan said.
Kate narrowed her eyes. "And how do we do that?"
"Easy,” Logan said. “Both our dads work at Bodian. My dad's a lab tech and he's always leaving his security badge around. We could break in."
"They have a crazy security system," Claire said, remembering when she was last there. “But think about this, guys. Do you really think your dad’s could be part of something like this?”
Logan and Ethan were quiet. Logan’s focus was on a coffee cup in front of him, but Ethan was looking at Logan.
Ethan was the first to speak. “Possibly. My dad isn’t going to be on anyone’s hero list, and he gets paid a lot of money to be one of the managers out there. I’d like to say he would be against a drug that would do something so horrible, but I don’t know for sure.”
Logan’s head lifted. “And my dad’s always afraid of loosing his job. He might stay quiet about something like this, but then again there are a lot of labs at Bodian. He might not know anything about it.”
“I heard you were good with computers and stuff,” Ethan said to Logan. “Have you ever paired a cell phone to another?”
Logan smiled slowly. “Maybe.”
“How do you know how to do that?” Kate asked.
Ethan was still looking at Logan like they were the only two in the restaurant. “What if we paired our cell phones to our fathers—”
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