Tremble in the Dark: A Gwen Farris Novel by P. S. Power Read Free Book Online

totally broken alternate
personality. Instead of being her uncle Jim, who liked to play cards, this one
could tell the future. Really well.
    Gwen
waited a few seconds, for her attractive friend to drop into the correct state,
and just before she could start into the normal list of questions that she used
in cases like these, Beth started talking. That happened occasionally too, so
it wasn't a big shock, just a little strange.
    "Lisa
Wendell. Her mind is stable, but impressionable. In this case the threats were
made because Christophe indicated his regret in regards to you, in a place she
could hear. She's... writing this right now. If we don't act soon, she intends
to take her own life, out of shame for what she's done."
    Gwen
winced, hard. It was the worst kind of thing to have happen right now, wasn't
it? Then she mentally took that back. This wasn't fun, and it meant more work
for them, but they couldn't just let the woman die. Not over something as silly
as this. Or really, they probably shouldn't even let her lose her job. After
all, having a bit of a crush on a single man wasn't a vast crime, was it? Even
if this bitch was asking for a good butt-kicking.
    "Beth,
please go back to your normal waking state now?"
    She
blinked a few times, and her face flushed a bit, indicating something, since
that wasn't a normal reaction at all.
    "We
need to help her, Gwen. Her suicide note is... Vastly inappropriate.
There's a confession about her threats made against us, as well as a
declaration of love, which is touching enough, but then she'd gone on to list
all the things she missed out in doing with him, and Christophe will be
mortified, if it gets out. Miss Wendell is more than a little... I don't really
know a word for it."
    Gwen
almost provided kinky as a possibility, but then she realized that Beth
was just being polite, so that she wouldn't have to betray the woman.
    Not
even to her closest friend.
    That
was an odd thought. Not that part about not giving up the intimate details.
That part was fine, and actually, probably needed. Gwen wasn't worldly about
that kind of thing. She knew facts, but had done less than most thirteen
year old girls. It could fluster her a bit to have that kind of thing talked
about, and they really didn't have any reason to be spying on the woman anyway.
Not a good one really. It was the part where she was assuming that she was
Beth's closest friend that had gotten her to pause. That seemed right, but was
it true?
    A
bit of self doubt crept into her mind then, but she shrugged it off. That
really didn't matter, did it? Not at the moment. They had to get to Aubry, and
do it a lot faster than was normal, just in case it didn't take Lisa a long
time to write out her laundry list of naughty regrets.
    Beth
took over then and actually had a young boy meet them at the front door with
four Teletransport spheres inside ten minutes. She vaguely recognized the kid.
Actually, more than that. She knew him. From a dream.
    Or
more accurately a hallucination that she'd had a few months before. It had been
a very complete one though.
    " Peter ?"
She'd been told that there was a Peter Westmorland, but that he was
about fifty. A pipe smoker too. This kid however was him. She knew it.
    "Yes
ma'am?" He looked at her expectantly, but she just nodded, knowing that
she didn't really have a lot of time for the whole thing right now.
    "I'd
like you to go and talk to Magda in the kitchen. Have a snack, and then recharge
your sphere. Then I'd like you to see if you could get yourself assigned here
as a runner, in a few weeks? We're going to have a party, so should be back, at
least for a few days, around that time." She had no clue what she was
doing and there was no sense of being guided to it particularly, but the kid
gave her a familiar grin and nodded.
    "I'll
get right on that. Is there any special reason that I'm being asked for by
name? Or is it just that I happened by at the right time?" The boy was
about twelve, and thin,