Addie saw Stimple’s front door was slightly ajar, but she kicked it wide open anyway. It promptly bounced against the wall and slammed shut in her face with a resounding boom.
So much for a future with SWAT.
Trying again, she gingerly turned the knob and walked in. She saw the large hole in the drywall and grimaced.
Probably should pay for that.
The house was quiet, Stimple was either hiding or maybe loading a shotgun, but nowhere in sight. She knew he was here. She could feel it.
“Stimple! If you don’t come out now, so help me, I’ll crack you on the head and tell God you died.”
After a moment, a long moment, the man of Hell’s Home emerged from the bedroom. Without a shotgun. His eyes were bloodshot, his face worn and his clothes bagged and hung from his frame.
The sight of him had Addie trading her anger for disquiet. He wasn’t exactly the picture of health, nor was he sporting an evil smirk. Though she supposed she’d probably look the same if she had opened the gates and stuck around too.
Aaron’s eyes studied Addie warily as he sat down on the couch, flicking a hand towards her to join him. “What do you want?”
Straight to the point then. Good.
“You have to rebuild the gate. And you have to do it quickly. In case you haven’t noticed, weird stuff has been going down and the natives are restless.”
Aaron leaned forward and cradled his head in his hands.
“Oh, I get it. You’re confused. I know you think you’re here, still alive and breathing but you’re dead. Sorry you had to hear it from me. If you need assistance moving o-”
Addie’s hand snaked out to grab the closest object handy and closed around a book. Whacking him briskly on top of his head, she asked outraged,
“Have you gone completely ’round the bend? I’m alive. Flesh, blood, warm and breathing.”
“Hey!” Aaron grabbed for her arm and dropped it in shock. “You can’t-wait. You are warm but you’re dea-” whack!
“Quit it now! How can you be warm and dead?”
Aaron’s mind was racing.There was a piece missing. Had to be because something wasn’t right. He felt as dumb as he had when he’d fallen for that home security scam. Two days after installing the most advanced home security system available, he came home to find his security codes no longer worked. And his house cleaned out.
He glanced at Addie. Nope. Dumber.
The woman getting ready to renew her assault on his head was clearly dead but…not. She had to be (a guardian) a figment of his overworked mind. It wasn’t possible, as far as his limited knowledge went, to be able to be both.
Addie lowered the book. No use in beating him up anymore, even if he was of the male species. He was as confused as she. “Ugh, this is nuts. Where is your ole pal Roger? Would he have some answers?”
Aaron said nothing. And together they sat in the deepening gloom. Waiting.
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