Toady is the Twenty-third day of the A to Z April Blogging Challenge and
today’s chapters starts with the letter W.
Enjoy and remember let your imagination soar as you read.
Julia
UNRAVELING
© Julia Matthews April 2015
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Winning Point
Once
again mine and Beau’s room was full. Once again it was up to me to point out
another unproven theory regarding the situation we all found ourselves in. I
just hoped one of my theories would lead us to some hardcore facts or the end
of the entire mystery of how Beau became stashed and who was after him. Or if
it was him they were after at all. I truly doubted it was. Felt more like he
was a means to a bigger fish.
“Beau
said you had more points to make.” TeaLeaf kicked his legs out and tugged Jag
into his lap.
“Yes.”
“Going off
your gut again?” Sham winked at him. “Never failed us yet.”
“Vain,”
Beau wrapped his arm around my neck. “Tell them, it’s not as far fetched as you
think.”
“Here’s
what I’m thinking.” I sighed and prayed he was right. “Don’t think the Spirit
Council expected the false Captain Stone to be discovered.”
“Why
not?” Jag swung his legs over the arm of TeaLeaf’s chair.
“Not
logical. Why would they send me here, the one they claim is best at uncovering
secrets.” I shrugged. “I think Rave Mitchel sent me here without their
knowledge.”
“How? I
can’t even pull off such a task.” Sham looked at Chief Parker. “Vain said he
was to report to you. Did you have a heads up about him coming?”
Chief
Parker nodded. “Kind of confused me, because it wasn’t from you. Figured one of
the other local supernatural creatures reported Captain Stone and his police
officers before I found evidence of his abuse of power.”
“Let’s
not get off point.” I was sure Captain’s Stone’s abuse of powers had nothing to
do with the issue at hand. “The key in all this is Rave Mitchel. I admit I know
nothing about this man. Never heard his name.”
Sham
yanked his computer out and began typing. It wouldn’t take him long to dig up
the nitty-gritty on the man, but until then the room was silent. Beau rested
his head on my shoulder, while the others was most likely debating what I’d
told them. None would make a final assessment until they knew more about Rave
Mitchel, but . . . forming ideas and possible scenarios always helped the
foursome squad gage their ability to adapt in unexpected situations.
“Here’s
a photo of him. There’s very little info on him in the database. From what I
can tell he enlisted into the Spirit Council right after we started the
underground world.”
“Zoom in
on him shoulder.” TeaLeaf stood with Jag in his arm and then sat him down in
his seat. “Stay.”
“Hey,
I’m not a dog.” Jag swatted TeaLeaf on the ass as he moved toward the projected
photo of Rave Mitchel.
“Get a
bit closer.” TeaLeaf tilted his head from side to side a couple of times and
drew a square around one section of the photo. “Can you zoom in right there?”
I
watched in silence, but studied the area TeaLeaf inspected. There was a tattoo
of a Zebra. Kind of a strange animal for a man to have, but to each there own.
Question was, why did it draw TeaLeaf’s attention.
TeaLeaf
tapped the area and faced them all. “This isn’t just any ole supernatural
creature.”
“Why you
say that?” Sham went to the screen and studied the blowup section.
“The
Zebra.”
Beau
lifted his head and scrunched his face. “A tattoo makes him special?”
“Not a
tattoo.” TeaLeaf went back to his chair and retook his seat under Jag.
“What is
it then?” Beau’s full attention was on the screen.
“Birthmark.”
“How?
That’s a perfect shape and color. Birthmarks aren’t so precise.”
“It’s
what makes him who he is.”
“And
just who is that?” My aggravation at being out of the loop was catching up to
me and it was coming across in my sharp tone.
“An X-on
Secret.”
I
groaned at the fact of yet another secret to unravel. At least this time we had
someone who could explain it to us. I just hoped he had some visual proof or
something.
“And
what is that?” I asked.
