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the time for sarcasm.”
    I wanted to ask what would be a better time. Maybe he’d like to rearrange his schedule so he could fit my snark in at a later date. But I didn’t want to spend my anger now when I would most definitely need it for later.
    “Just tell me what you know.” I drummed my nails on the desk, my plum and black French manicure flashing in the low light.
    “There’s not much to tell. No one knows exactly what the prophecy says, but everyone is guessing.”
    Guessing? I growled in frustration. He had to be bluffing. There was no way a prophecy could be hidden in the Mythos, not when most of its being were chattier than old maids at bingo. As a matter of fact half of them are probably able to tell you what color the Pope’s underwear was on any given day.
    “What do you mean they’re guessing?” I began clicking a pen open and closed as my patience began to run out like sand in an hourglass.
    “There’s very little out there about it.” I huffed as he continued, “It has something to do with the End Times.”
    Dammit! I didn’t need a big End Times prophecy hanging over me right now. Sabine needed to be rescued; nothing else could get in the way of saving her. I needed to focus on the endgame here and nothing else. Not crazy mating werewolves or some even crazier Armageddon prophecy. Besides, I thought that whole Mayan Calendar, end of the world thing was a flop. Were people still crazy enough to see End Times prophecies around every corner?
    As an afterthought Fink added, “Oh, I almost forgot people are placing bets too.”
    Okay, I knew that the beings of the Mythos love to bet but this was ridiculous. How could you bet on a prophecy you knew nothing about? What were the odds they were giving, slim and none?
    “On what exactly, you said no one knows the prophecy.”
    I could hear him shuffling papers around on his desk. “I said no one knows it word for word. We all are smart enough to grasp the main idea.”
    I had no clue what Fink was going on about, but I was sure of one thing, if the Mythos bookies were taking bets Fink was placing them. He was the type of troll who never met a bet he didn’t like. Football, baseball, hockey, basketball, and now End Times prophecies. What will Fink get into next? Never mind the less I knew the better off I was.
    “Well excuse the ignorant Inbetween. I’m a little behind so give me the Cliff Notes version.”
    My eyes darted to the clock, 8 AM. I still had plenty of time to do my own research. I would get as much info from Fink and then go from there. If this was a real prophecy and not some mumbo jumbo cooked up by a wacko, then it would be on the net and I was going to find it or die trying.
    “We’re betting on who exactly the prophecy is about.”
    Now he was just being vague and it was pissing me off. With Fink you could never really tell if he was holding out on you or not. For all I know he could have a book with the entire prophecy in it open in front of him as we speak. I had to wonder if he was vague on purpose or if he had his nose in too many people’s business. Maybe that was why he didn’t know which end of this prophecy was up? 
    “How in the hell can you do that?” I was growing more annoyed by the second.
    “All I’m going to say is I’m pulling for you kid.”
    With that the line went dead. Obviously, that was all the info I was going to get from him. If that was how he wanted it, I would just have to surf the net for answers and forget to pay him his going rate. Then we’ll see how closed lipped he is the next time I want information.

Chapter 8:
    My fingers pecked away at the keyboard as I tried not to scream in frustration. Back in high school I flunked typing, it was quite possibly because I had feared the biker nun who taught it. To even graduate from 11 th grade I had to take it in summer school, but then I had a wonderfully awful idea and convinced a very good friend of mine to complete the summer classes for me.