Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

194 :: JOHN R. MABRY
papers, once piled neatly on the desk, seemed tossed to the
wind, and covered every surface of the room.
Panic swelled in his chest, and his heart beat so hard it
hurt. Frantically, he began sorting through the papers. He
looked under everything that wasn’t bolted to the floor, to no
avail. The FedEx package was gone.
:: 40 ::
Brian and Dylan returned from their shopping shortly
after noon, and Brian quickly had sandwiches made, and
lemonade on the table.
Richard filled them in on the progress Terry had made
with the angel, and despite the sense of gloom they had all
felt since Mikael’s abduction, a light and hopeful mood permeated
the kitchen. The sun had finally burned through the
morning fog and light poured from the window above the
wide double sink.
Dylan sat at the table with a loud “oaf” of relief. Terry
joined them momentarily, and Brian whistled for the women
to join them. Susan and Kat emerged from the office with
Cheshire-cat-like grins on their faces. Kat was still elated and
relieved about the well-being of her brother’s physical body,
but it was clear something else was up.
After a quick blessing over the food, Dylan, knowing his
wife well, nudged her. “Okay, li’l lamb, spill it.”
“Did you find something?” asked Terry, reaching for mustard
and slathering his sandwich with it.
Brian watched him with disdain. “You’re not going to
taste anything but fucking mustard!” he complained.
“I like fucking mustard!” Terry winked at him. “That’ll be
my new nickname for you.”