Twinepathy (Part 26): A Creeping Suspicion

Hullo, everyone! Ready for another Monday? It feels like I just posted a part… oh, wait, I did! I posted Part 25 on Saturday, so if you missed that, you should go read it, and if you’re new, you should start at the beginning. Enjoy!

Ms. Fabel’s jaw drops. “What…” But she collects herself quicker than anybody I’ve ever seen and gets a firm grip on my arm, glaring at me with a menacing expression. “You’re from that IDIA thing, aren’t you? That Data person already knows everything, so why did she send you?”

My first thought is Denver. But we’re standing in a position that prevents him from seeing my arm. I glance back frantically, but he’s still digging through the car. He must have left his phone at home if he can’t find it. Denver, please… Do I scream? Do I send a panic message to Brooklyn?

Her voice softens a little. “I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to know why you people are invading my life… my privacy. And my friend’s, too. We haven’t done anything wrong. We don’t deserve this.”

I open my mouth, then close it. I sigh. “My sister was knocked unconscious by two people fighting in her brain. One of which was you. But I’m sure you remember that.” I look her in the eye.

Ms. Fabel looks surprised. “Me?” She looks at me and realizes I’m serious. “I’m not a telepath,” she says firmly, and I get the creeping suspicion that she’s telling the truth.

I frown. “But…”

She sighs. “It wasn’t me. I’m not sure what happened, but I wasn’t a part of it. That Data girl knows everything. Why don’t you ask her?”

“Why can’t you tell me yourself?” I counter. The last thing I want to do is go to Jen and ask for information. That would ruin everything, and besides, I’d probably have to admit that I’d been investigating on my own. And I don’t want that to happen.

“I can’t,” she insists. “I’m sworn to secrecy, and it would be too dangerous. I’d never forgive myself if something happened…” She looks past me. “So is he really your brother?”

I turn and see Denver heading back towards us, no phone. I face her. “He is, and he also knows nothing about all of this. Please don’t say anything.” Denver’s within earshot now, and I can only pray she doesn’t say anything.

Denver holds up his empty hands. “No phone. Guess I must have left it at home in the rush to get out the door.” He gives me a pointed look. “I’m sorry we took up so much of your time.”

Ms. Fabel waves a hand in the air. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll let you know if I find any information. I hope you find the girl’s family.”

“Thank you,” I tell her, my eyes showing her there’s a double meaning to my words. I pull out a slip of paper and write my cell phone number down on it. “You can call me if you hear anything about it.”

“It was nice meeting you, Ms. Fabel,” Denver says, offering her his hand.

She shakes it. “Call me Genesis.” She tilts her head, listening. “It’s too quiet. I’d better go.”

I nod and Denver and I turn to leave. “Have a great day,” I call over my shoulder.

The door closes, and Denver and I head to the car. “That was unsuccessful,” he says, sighing.

I slide into the seat and look out the window. Maybe it was unsuccessful on the Maddie front – like I knew it would be – but it seems to be a little bit of progress on the Brooklyn front. Now I’ve just got to see who this Keller person is.

 

Twinepathy (BONUS Part 6): You Look Shocked

Hullo, everyone! “WHAAAAAAT?” you might be asking. “IT’S NOT MONDAY!” And then you devour the post anyway. Think of this as a celebration post. 50 people have added Twinepathy on Goodreads, AND I hit 10,ooo words! That certainly deserves celebrating, doesn’t it? So a bonus post for you, my friends. Enjoy, and don’t forget to share! (New? Start here.)

Brooklyn and I probably look even more identical as we gape at the intruder. I’m really wishing Denver was down here right now. Madison peeks around from behind me, staring at him with wide eyes. He gazes around the room, then turns his gaze on us, a grin teasing us. “You look shocked,” he says, faking surprise.

Brooklyn recovers first. “How did you get in here?” she nearly screeches. “Get out!”

Vague concern pops onto his face. “You really should calm down,” he says mildly.

I grab Brooklyn’s arm before she can do something rash, like throw Mom’s antique Italian vase at the guy. “Who are you? Why are you here?” I demand. I’m pretty sure Madison just burrowed into the couch cushions to hide.

He gasps dramatically. “Oh, how rude of me! Where are my manners today? I’m Blaze.” He gives me a charming smile. I give him a skeptical look.

“Right,” I say slowly. “And your reason for breaking into our house?”

Blaze – if that’s really his name – motions to the ball thing. “You called me. And to be fair, I didn’t break in.” He doesn’t elaborate.

Brooklyn lets out a huff. “We didn’t call you. Or we didn’t mean to.”

Blaze smirks. “Well, you did, and I’m here now.”

“Well, you should probably leave,” I say, raising my eyebrows. “If our brother comes down and sees you here… well, you’ll be wishing you’d left.”

He grins. “Oh, I think I can hold my own. I don’t know him, of course, but since he’s not down here, I’m guessing he’s not enhanced, like you two.” He tilts his head, waiting for us to react.

Enhanced? What is he… Is he talking about our connection? My eyes narrow. “What are you talking about?” I growl.

He finally looks utterly bewildered. “Um, you have a contact ball, so of course you have powers. Maybe you pushed the button on accident and didn’t mean to call us, but you should know what it’s for…” He frowns. “Who gave you this?”

I exchange glances with Brooklyn. “No one,” she says. “Albany found it on our doorstep.” Good call not mentioning Maddie. That’s a mystery of its own, and hopefully not related to this weirdo.

Blaze growls. “Of all the…” He sighs and runs his hand through his fudge-brown hair. I hate fudge. “Guess I need to tell Jen we’ve got a complication,” he grumbles to himself. He focuses back on us. “I’ll be back soon, and hopefully we’ll get this all cleared up. Something got mixed up somehow…” He shrugs. “Eh, we’ll figure it out.”

I frown. “Can you please explain this?”

He flashes us a grin. “That would ruin the suspense.”

He disappears.

Blaze!!! Oh, you little nugget… *grins at all of you* He has a bit of a flair for the dramatic, doesn’t he? But what does he have to do with the button on the mini volleyball? And where’s he going? Comment below and let me know what you think!

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