In Case of Death (The Adventures of Gabriel Celtic Book 3) (35 page)

Trying to get comfortable again, I gave some thought to the night before, and of course what I had to do today.

Abby had called May from the emergency room, letting her know in general terms what had transpired. Asking her to relay the message to Raven, she had promised that we would meet and bring them up to speed today.

I had every intention of making that meeting, although with the way I was feeling at the moment, I was hoping we could put it off for a few more hours.

Thinking about my two old friends gave me a warm feeling that I was still uncomfortable with. Raven of course had declared her intentions for me, and she was certainly a sensuous woman. But Preacher’s roundabout reasoning yesterday had made me realize that Raven and I could never be happy as a couple, although I now relished our renewed friendship.

And then there was May. Since she had been working with us on the case, we had rekindled our old friendship even more than I had with Raven. Memories of our closeness from when I was younger flashed in my mind, bringing a smile to my face.

I shook off these juvenile thoughts as memories of Betty flooded into my mind, an overwhelming sadness coming to the surface for an instant. As a tear made its way down my face, I mumbled her name out loud.

“Betty!”

I must have dozed off again before a knock on the door jerked me back to wakefulness. Rolling off of the couch, I found that I could hardly walk, bumping the end table and breaking a lamp as it hit the floor.

“
Dammit!
”

I decided to worry about it later as I slowly made my way to the door.

Who the hell would be knocking at my door at this hour?
I wondered as I looked up at the clock.

I was surprised to see that it was actually 10:30, and that I had been asleep for nine hours.

“Coming!” I yelled as I continued to make my way toward the door. It seemed to be taking forever to get there.

Finally at the door, I fumbled at the locks with my left hand. Getting everything released, I swung the door open…a little too hard it turned out as it banged against the wall.

“Help you?” I questioned while rubbing the sting of sleep out of my eyes.

There must have been two people out there I decided, hearing one of them mumbling to the other.

“It is a pleasure to see you again my dear boy!”

I stopped rubbing my eyes at the sound of the voice. Although it was indeed familiar, my befuddled mind was taking its time in recognizing it. The day was bright outside, so I kept my eyes covered for a few more moments before finally lowering my hand and squinting into the brightness.

Making out only the silhouette of two men standing on the porch, the short and round stature of the man on the right struck an instantaneous recognition in my mind.

“Julien?” I asked with surprise. Why would my old friend and mentor from my time in Peru be here on my stoop?

“It is indeed Gabriel! May we come in?”

My muddled mind was still wrapped in confusion as I dumbly stared at the men. Finally I realized what he had asked me and stepped aside.

“Of course, of course, come in…please!” I said with embarrassment.

Julien entered with another man. Thin and dark haired, this man seemed unsure if he really wanted to be here as he stepped over the threshold. Closing the door behind them, I turned and was met by Julien with his hand extended toward me.

“I must say, you look much worse for wear than the last time we parted my dear boy.”

Taking the professor’s hand with my left one, the familiarity of our greeting brought me closer to fully awake.

“We just finished a case yesterday Julien. As you can see, I didn’t escape it unscathed.”

“Indeed!” Julien exclaimed, “I do hope the other man is at least in comparable shape?”

I shook my head, “He didn’t make it…but it was no great loss to mankind, believe me.”

Suddenly realizing my manners, I held my hand out to the table.

“Please, come in, have a seat. Would you like some coffee?”

“Tea for me,” the thinner man said almost rudely.

“Gabriel,” the professor interjected quickly, “The cantankerous man on my left is Dr. Franklin Buff. Besides having inexcusably poor manners, he is best known as a crack Archeologist. In point of fact, if not for a recent discovery of his, I would not be here now.”

I made my way to the sink, filling both the coffee maker and the tea kettle with water and turning them on. Making my way back to the table, I sat down facing my guests.

“Really,” I stated blankly, expecting another of the professor’s long drawn-out stories.

“Indeed,” Julien continued, “On a recent dig in Samaria…well…
ancient
Samaria anyway, he came across a scroll. It is a very intriguing scroll, Gabriel, as well as worrisome.”

“Worrisome?” I asked offhandedly as I stood and pulled some mugs out of the cupboard.

“How so?”

“It involves predictions Mr. Celtic,” Franklin Buff interjected, “End of days predictions to be exact.”

“Interesting,” I replied halfheartedly, still busying myself with the preparations. As I brought a sugar bowl and a plastic milk jug to the table, I noticed the distasteful scow on Dr. Buff’s face.

I easily ignored it.

“Extremely!” Julien added excitedly. “After weeks of studying this scroll my boy, it is my considered opinion that it points to a savior of sorts. It points to you Gabriel!”

The shock of his words caused me to overflow the coffee cup I was pouring. Catching myself, I pulled off some paper towels and threw them over the spill on the floor.

I turned and stared at the men with disbelief.

“It does what?” I asked incredulously, “It points to me?”

What kind of ridiculous theory was this?

“We are not of one thought on this mind you,” the professor admitted.

“Absolutely not!” the dour Franklin Buff interjected with disgust.

The professor eyed him momentarily before turning his attention back toward me.

“For my part however, I believe that it does indeed point to you Gabriel.”

I stood there quietly, mulling over what I had just heard. Slowly a smile crossed my lips as the extreme unlikelihood of an ancient scroll talking about me triggered humor in my mind.

“Really gentlemen, you’ve come all this way to tell me
this?
” I asked grinning.

“Just what is it that I’m supposed to do Julien?”

“Why…you’re to save the world my boy, you are to save the world!”

Copyright 2013 by JT Lewis

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Gabriel’s Revenge by J.T. Lewis

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Betty by J.T. Lewis

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Prologue

October 1, 1999

Hank

Hank Jeffers released the trigger on his hammer drill.

“What the hell?” he thought to himself as he looked down at his feet. Having felt a sudden numbing sensation at his toes, he was shocked to see a halo of blue energy now moving slowly up his legs.

Frantic with fear, he let out a scream…but the sound was lost in the relatively soft walls of the Illinois coal mine that surrounded him.

At his knees now, the blue energy was making its way slowly up his body, his legs feeling like lead smelted into the stone below his feet.

Screaming again in frustration, his panic seemed to be pushing its way up his body ahead of the ring, threatening to cram itself into his head and ultimately bursting it with the added pressure.

But that didn’t happen.

His eyes glazed over as the ring of light reached his neck, his consciousness terminated as the energy entered him fully. Had anyone been there to observe the encounter, they would have seen Hank standing as still as the rocks surrounding him, with only a few telltale tics here and there as the energy plugged itself into each cell.

A sudden ragged breath now entered his lungs, followed by another score or more as his body reacted to the last ninety seconds without air.

“Somebitch,” Hank exclaimed breathlessly as he opened his eyes.

The beautiful blue eyes, the ones that had always made the women swoon at the bar on his night off…they had changed.

Barely noticeable, an orange ring now surrounded the iris.

Of course Hank wasn’t aware of this change. He
was
aware however, of an overriding need to leave the confines of his underground hole and find his car. He had somewhere to go, and although he knew not of the location, he was now determined to get there.

Reaching down, Hank grasped the handle of a small pickax, the comforting feel of the well-worn wood reassuring in his hand.

Standing straight up then, the orange ring in his eyes suddenly flashed brightly, momentarily enveloping the surrounding darkness. A smile crawled across his lips as he shouldered the pick and started to saunter out of the mine.

The confidence in him now surged through his veins, his steps springy with the anticipation of it all.

Chapter I

October 1, 1999

“In the year of the second millennium, in the new lands to the west...”

The two men rode silently in the back of the cab, their eyes sharing the hollow look of long travel mixed with quiet uncertainty.

“Will he do it?” the thinner of the men asked nervously for the tenth time since leaving the airport.

“He will do it,” the heavier of the two sighed, his patience wearing thin with the other man. “Not without some convincing however, of that I am certain. But he has the fortitude needed for the task my old friend, he has gargantuan proportions of it. The only thing he may be lacking in…is faith. Once we persuade him of the need, the faith will follow. I have an unwavering confidence in him.”

“I wish I could share in your confidence,” the other man mumbled while wiping his face with a handkerchief. “The stakes are also gargantuan! Why would someone like him be the one chosen? From what you have told me, he has done nothing in his life that would prepare him for this.”

Waving his hand wildly at the houses passing the cab, “Outside of this Podunk little town, he is a virtual unknown,” he yelled. “He has done
nothing
on a
worldly
scale!”

The cabbie looked worriedly into the rearview mirror as the heavyset man placed his hand calmly on his friend’s shoulder.

“There, there Franklin. You are scaring the man.”

Pasting on a smile and looking forward then, “Please excuse my friend dear sir, we have been traveling for many days, and I do believe he has reached his limit.”

The cabbie continued his worried stare for a few moments before shaking his head and once again concentrating on the road ahead.

Franklin Buff shook his head in despair. “Please forgive me my old friend,” he whispered, “but the enormity of it all…I didn’t ask for this you know!”

His eyes were wide with emotion as he sat back in his seat dejectedly.

“I dare say no one would be totally prepared for a discovery such as yours Franklin. It’s unfortunate that it happened so late in our lives my friend, younger men would be much better suited to the task.”

As the speaker glanced out the window, the cab slowed to a stop in front of a nicely maintained older house.

“Ah! Here we are now!”

Exiting the cab, the man leaned into the front window to pay for their trip as his friend grabbed their luggage out of the trunk. As the cab departed in a cloud of blue smoke, the man known as Franklin gazed after it longingly.