Coalescence (Camden Investigations Book 1) by Gary Starta Read Free Book Online

that begs the question, what about satellites we
don’t know about. Ones possibly built with covert capabilities, namely, spy
capability. Maybe some device that can record, unlike any video device we have
ever heard of. Or . . . there is the possibility of aliens.
Unfortunately, I can’t confirm that on Google.”
    “Okay,” Mitchell said, “so that leaves us with a gaping
hole. There are way too many possibilities concerning this dial. Is it
terrestrial, extraterrestrial? Maybe both if it was indeed reverse engineered.
I do believe Iris has a strong feeling that a spirit is involved. Can we go in
the house, attempt another EVP recording? Maybe this time, the electronics will
produce a more real-time picture. And whatever the outcome, we must also
consider other natural and unnatural explanations.”
    “Natural explanations, being . . .?”
Rachel asked.
    “Earth-based explanations, like fault lines. In
combination with our object, the normal laws of physics might be altered.”
    Iris felt her face lose color. She maintained science
couldn’t be altered. If it could, what explanation might the video contain? She
felt a need to go back to the home as Mitchell suggested. The Morses’ couldn’t
remain in hotels forever. “I think we should investigate the house again. There
is an answer out there, somewhere.”
    The video repeated. “So, we don’t seem to glean much from
the video. Other than it has recorded a different residence with very large
rooms,” Mitchell added. “Iris, we still must consider abduction as a
possibility. You did say time seemed to move slower at some point. I would
think that had to be the period you lost time.”
    “Yes, while we were waiting for Rachel. Time appeared to
move slower, but that seems somewhat normal. They say a watched pot never
boils.” Iris rested her chin on her hand.
    “This video makes me wonder if Iris and Kassidy were
somehow transported to this place during the time loss. I realize this is a
disturbing possibility.” Mitchell kept watching the screen. Iris assumed he was
fearful of her team’s response.
    “But if this is indeed an alien intervention, why
would they take us to some place so banal?” Kassidy questioned.
    “I don’t understand either,” Mitchell responded. “Gavin,
maybe you can try to match this footage with any other pictures or film ever
uploaded.”
    Iris tapped her foot and felt she couldn’t contain her
feelings a moment longer. Mitchell’s team seemed attentive and professional.
She was no longer afraid of possible ridicule. For all intents and purposes,
Iris believed some sort of déjà vu was influencing the case. But was the
influence coming directly from her, and not the dial.
    “Everyone, I have one more piece of information.
Actually, it’s just a feeling. But I’m almost certain I’ve been to the place on
the video before. It’s just that it doesn’t feel as recent as two days ago. I
psychically sense being there at some other point of time. Thing is, I can’t
recognize the place, at least not from this video.”
    “That seems plausible,” Darian remarked. “The video is
limited to only two rooms. The limited information may not be enough to trigger
full sensory recall.”
    Kassidy pursed her lips and pointed a finger at Iris.
“Why didn’t you tell me this sooner, instead of making me think I was blinded
by some alcohol-induced hallucination?”
    “I think we should call a break,” Mitchell said. Iris
wasn’t certain if Mitch was calling a break to avoid an argument between her
and Kassidy or if her déjà vu theory upset him.
    Iris pulled Mitchell aside. “Walk with me, into the
kitchen, please.” It seemed Mitchell was prepped for Iris’s full fury upon
entering. His hands were flexing as he walked.
    “What’s up? Was I out of line with my summations?”
    “No, you weren’t. I may have been observing something
else, right here, which may assist our investigation in the long run. Your
friend Darian