Abduction Part 2

Posted: December 6, 2010 by Ty in Rex O'Neil Mysteries

“Ewww.” That’s about the sum of it. I do not like getting bombarded with vaporized killer man. “What the…”

            “Please do not resort to colourful metaphors, the being known as Sinbad was a statistical anomaly that needed to be removed.” Wow that is a harsh way to deal with an outlier. But where is that voice—looks like a bloody Dalek from Dr. Who wobbling this way.  “My master is coming to talk to you.” Master is coming to talk to me? Man I miss my old beat where we would have simple murders to deal with, why did I think private investigation was the way to go?

            The robot shimmers out of existence.  Okay this is now beyond weirdness.  Fog begins to roll into the room through the blown out window.  I know every old horror movie I have seen says not to go towards the broken window, but rather than listen to this interior insight I move into the fog instead of backing out through the room door and running for what is more than likely safety.

            What the??? An overweight middle-aged chap?  This is the “master”? He looks familiar. “Marvin?”

            “Why, why did you make them send me back?”, tears streaming down his eyes. Okay colour me confused. I yank the guy into the room.

            “What the hell are you talking about?”
”I was finally happy, in paradise…and now…I am here.”

            Paradise? Okay why am I feeling like I am trapped in a bad sci-fi movie now?  This guy is making no sense.  “What about Marjorie?”

            “Just tell her I am dead, she wants the insurance money more than me.”  Okay I have been around this guy for all of 30 seconds and I must admit that I personally want the money more than him. But that doesn’t appear to be an option, wish I was an American PI, then I could have a gun and `accidentally’ shoot him.

            So I do the only thing I can, I grab him by the scruff of the neck and haul him up to eye level. “Quit crying and spit it out.”

            “They came back…finally…”

Okay I think stopping breathing is bad.  I lower Marvin to the ground.  Phone first, dial the front desk.  “We need an ambulance!” then start CPR.  Yeesh.  This is really shaping up to be a bad case and that is beside locking lips on an overweight accountant and wondering if EMS can even make it up the mountain.

            A whirring. Glance up as I do compressions…and a voice…

“Rexford Hildebrand Jonathan Lukas O’Neil.”

            “Shit.”

A burst of prism light.

To Be Continued…

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