Elementary Virtue: The Prophecy by Sonja Wuthrich Read Free Book Online

him almost ridiculously salute unintentionally.
    Once again it gave him the feeling that he had experienced this situation before. What the hell was happening today? How many Deja vus were still to come? The old man waved him over. "I hope you had a safe trip. Tell me son. Did you enjoy the show?" Gregory nodded politely. "Si, Signore, impressive, thanks for asking!" "I'm Giacomo Motta, and I don’t have much to do with the circus. I am more, in charge of law and order around here. Uncomfortable at times." He laughed, but his laughter made Gregory's blood run cold, a lurking evil, and menacing laugh. He had no idea what they expected of him and what Giacomo knew about him. He cleared his throat, "I am sure my grandfather told you about my situation. I would like to stay here for a while, but of course, I will make myself useful to earn my living while I stay. Certainly there must be plenty of work to do in a circus of this size, I guess."
    Nervously he shrugged as Giacomo continued staring at him with undisguised interest and an expression that was hard to read. He fell silent for some time, and Gregory felt increasingly uncomfortable. The big Indian stood still in silence at the entrance. Gregory had the vague feeling that he was not blocking the entrance of the trailer accidentally. Did the two fear that he might run away? Nervous Gregory stroke his sweaty palms over his crumpled jeans. Suddenly he heard Giacomo’s stern voice next to his ear. He had not noticed him getting up from his chair, stepping beside him.
    He was too lost in his thoughts. "I have been waiting a damn long time for this moment. At some point in my life, I didn’t think that I'd live to see this." He stood in front of Gregory, staring at him warily with his bright watery eyes beneath thick gray eyebrows. "It is you, Il Guerriero, il Nostro Salvatore … incredible.” He put both hands on Gregory's shoulders looking him in the eye. His look was magnetic. Gregory was not able to look away. Guerriero meant warrior "You got it all wrong, I'm no warrior. I'm nothing like that."
    Giacomo inclined his head watching him closely, "Oh yes. We know exactly who and what you are. You are the savior." Gregory flinched, and looked frantically for a getaway path. He was trapped, and wanted to leave, but this shaman with the British accent and the big biceps was blocking the door. How could Gregory get past him? The old man he could handle, but the Indian under no circumstances.
    Giacomo seemed to have noticed his panic. He walked slowly back to the desk and opened a drawer. Just great, Gregory thought, probably Giacomo was getting out his gun now. He mobilized all of his strength, concentrating on the water standing in a big carafe on the desk. It ascended in a spout coming to a halt remaining over Giacomo's head in the air. At the same time, he lit up the candle on the secretary, focusing, and shaping the flame into a fireball, which he controlled with his hands. He was not an inexperienced idiot, and would not let those two guys catch him that quickly. He would make sure that they didn't get the chance to torture or kill him. Menacing and ready to use the fireball and the water for his escape he stood there. When he heard a gurgling laugh from the door, he briefly lost concentration and the water-spout spilled over Giacomo's head. Now he saw that the old man was holding a soaking wet cigar in his hand, which he had probably taken out of the drawer. So, oops, no gun, Gregory mused. How embarrassing! It looked a bit ridiculous, as Giacomo stood there like a drowned rat. What should he do next, how could he escape? The Indians stood still there laughing, blocking the door.
    Surprisingly Giacomo did not seem upset. A wry smile lit up his rather grim features. His wrinkled face looked for a moment a lot younger than before. "Dio mio, you don’t have to get excited and drown me with a carafe of water just to finish me off eventually with a fireball. Although I must