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“Morgan!” Eugene screamed even as he grappled with the
man’s hands. Still Ian held tight.
“Chatter. Artichoke. Marigolds.” Ian hissed and spittle
sprayed over an ever more terrified Eugene Weller. “Chatter.
Marigolds in the house. In the house!”
“Morgan!”
Eugene screamed again just as Morgan hurdled through the
door. The cop took hold of Ian’s shoulders but the man clung
like a barnacle, pulling himself closer and closer to Patriota’s
aide.
“My girl,” Ian sobbed. “Marigold.”
“Get him off me, Morgan!” Eugene cried out, knowing
there were mere seconds before he peed in his pants. “Help
anyone!”
Eugene’s head whipped around to look for reinforcements
since Morgan was proving useless. Then everything changed.
When he looked back again Eugene saw a different man. Ian’s
fingers loosened, his knees gave way, and he slumped. Eugene
threw away his hands as Morgan scooped the man up before
he hit the floor. With surprising gentleness, the cop settled him
back on the rock-hard sofa.
“Told you, Genie,” Morgan said quietly. For Ian he had an
even kinder voice. “Poor guy. You’re just not all there, are
you?”
“Harmless. That man is not harmless.” Eugene huffed,
embarrassed that he had needed rescuing and that he had
panicked like a woman. “He could have killed me.”
“Well, he didn’t,” Morgan pointed out. “I’ll stay with him
for a while and see if I can find out where his home is.”
“I doubt he has one,” Eugene muttered as he tugged at his
jacket and then swiped at his lapels. He would have to have
this suit cleaned. It felt like the man had left crazy all over
him.