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  “I’ll thaw again,” Nina winked, “just not soon. I bought a house in Oban!”

  Gretchen was surprised at the sudden jump in subject and mood, but the news was very interesting and uplifting so she entertained it instantly.

  “No way! In your old stomping grounds!” she exclaimed excitedly. When the two women were roommates she always wanted to see Nina’s hometown. From the pictures on her walls it looked like postcard-picture perfection, Gretchen recalled.

  “Aye,” Nina nodded.

  “When are you moving in?” she asked with a beaming grin as she received her steak dinner from the waiter.

  “Next week,” Nina answered. “I just have to go and sign the transfer papers at the agency office.”

  “Is it a cottage on the shoreline? You know, I’ve heard some fishermen in small towns are quite fetching,” Gretchen jested.

  “Nope. It’s in a normal street with other normal houses, but it is an older home. Apparently it is much older than the others in the neighborhood. But that is what I want, Gretch. I want to . . . ” Nina sighed at her own absurdity, “go back in time. I want to hide in a space that comes from the old times. Being a historian, loving the past, I feel it to be an honor to live in a structure that lived then, that saw the events I can only read about and study in books. Imagine being in the same space as . . . as . . . Julius Caesar, as Attila the Hun, to walk where Christ walked. That is why I wanted this house.”

  “Is it that old?” Gretchen frowned. She seemed intrigued and abandoned her food to Nina’s words.

  “No,” Nina sighed and smiled, “of course not that old, but when I was a little girl it was already there. I remember being in awe of the old place and now I get to live in it!”

  “I think that is very cool. I’d love to see the place,” Gretchen said. “To see you in a house would be odd, though. You are such a typical posh-apartment-for-young-professionals type.”

  “Take a good look, honey,” Nina replied. “There is not much young or professional left in me.”

  “Oh, bollocks!” her friend retorted. “Your beauty only matured. Let’s just say your looks now match that mean fucking temper of yours.”

  Again, Gretchen’s honesty was refreshing after all the lies Purdue and Cleave had fed her so many times. Nina was finally happy.

  3

  “I’m very unhappy!” Sam shouted. “Is there nothing you can do to save him?”

  Bruichladdich looked terrible. He was not young anymore, Sam knew that, but he was nowhere near his expiry date.

  “Bruich, I’m going to do whatever I can to save you,” Sam promised his beloved pet, waiting for that know-it-all meow Bruich always answered him with. But Sam waited in vain. Bruich had no energy and could barely lift his head at Sam’s affectionate fingertips. “When will you get the test results back?” Sam asked the veterinary nurse.

  “By tomorrow afternoon, Mr. Cleave,” she replied. “I promise we’ll call you as soon as we get the results. Don’t worry; we’ll take good care of him here tonight. And once we know the nature of the infection, we’ll be able correctly handle the problem.”

  Sam shook his head in disappointment and concern.

  “Go on,” she said reassuringly. “Go home and relax. Let us take care of it, all right?”

  “Aye,” he said finally. “Thanks.”

  Outside his hands were shaking so much Sam could not pull the cigarette from the packet quick enough. Like a desperate addict he lit the tobacco and sucked hard, breathing it in deeply. He felt the wonderful venom fill his lungs as his dark brown eyes stared out into space. If he had to lose Bruich it would devastate him.

  After all that time he wasted running from tyrants and their underhanded henchmen, he could have spent those moments with his pet. Now he feared it was too late to make it up to Bruich, his constant absence. He felt terrible about dumping his cat on his best friend, Paddy, every time while he was gone. Instead of going out on expeditions with Dave Purdue and treading deeper and deeper into the marsh of shit he ended up in, he should have just written the damn book about Whitsun’s arms ring and Trish’s death back then, instead of whoring his skills out to Matlock. Then he could have been rich, living a peaceful life, and not looking over his shoulder every time he took a piss.

  But now his feline child was on the brink of death and all he could do was leave him at the vet for the night. Standing outside, puffing away on his fag, Sam had not felt this lonely in years. He lost Trish, he lost Nina, and now he was about to lose Bruich. That would leave him with only Patrick Smith as his best pal, and frightfully alone otherwise.

  The night wore on quickly, and being alone was not good for Sam. He thought of everything he’d been through, and how many times he barely survived, all in the name of money and relative fame—and Nina. Nina. He tried not to think of her. She was pissed at him, like so many times before, but this time it was permanent and she was not coming back. He had pushed his luck too far with her when he confronted her on her indecision regarding him and Dave Purdue. For once he let her have it, and it was a mistake he could never rectify.

  When she walked away from him in Madeira she had no intention of returning. Had he only known that, he would have done everything to change her mind then and there. But he reckoned she would cool down, tame that annoying little temper of hers, and come back to him with a bottle of good single malt whisky, ready to start again. But he was wrong.

  He never heard from her after their quest to find the lost continent of Atlantis.

  When they arrived in the port, Purdue was apprehended by what Nina thought was Portuguese-speaking police, from where Sam helped her escape. But no sooner had they reached safety, when Nina made it clear that she was done. She was done with it all, and especially with him.

  Sam imagined how she would have reacted if she had known that he was the one who indirectly delivered Purdue to the men at the port, and that they were not police seizing him for not having a permit. They were in fact members of the Black Sun and Nina had no idea that Sam had facilitated the ransacking of Purdue’s home in Thurso by the enemies of the Black Sun, the Brigade Apostate. So Sam Cleave betrayed Dave Purdue twice.

  He disclosed the location of Purdue’s only trump card against the brigade while he allowed the nanites in his blood to serve as trackers for the Black Sun’s council to follow and capture Purdue.

  “This is your punishment for being a gutless traitor,’ he told himself as the cigarette grew shorter between his fingers. “If only Nina knew I did it all for her. And for what? If she could walk away so easily then, imagine if she knew that I was behind it.”

  He had no idea, though, that Purdue knew full well that Sam Cleave was involved in the catastrophe that hit him from both sides. Just before he was captured he had received a message marking Cleave as the informant to the brigade, yet he did nothing to avert his fate. As always the cunning Dave Purdue had his reasons.

  Sam had had enough of Purdue always getting them all into dangerous situations and most of all Sam was fed-up with the perpetual competition for Nina’s affections. He thought this would get rid of both the problems that Purdue posed, but now Sam realized that perhaps Nina did not take well to the way it all played out. They had not been in touch since Madeira, and he was not about to hound her just to still his ego or his guilt.

  Now and then Sam wondered if his doings cost Purdue his life, if they had killed the billionaire for not having what they sought because Sam helped their rivals steal it.

  4

  On Monday Nina picked Gretchen up just before noon to go and sign for her “new” old house. She had only seen it briefly twice before, the first time with an agent who took her to five showings in one day, and the second time when she had asked to view it again to make sure she wanted it. The plumbing and electrical seemed perfectly functional, and apart from some dry rot in the sunroom and parts of the en suite laundry room, Nina had very little to really fix on the place.

  Gretchen was chewing on a c
innamon bun as they traveled through the picturesque little town with its horseshoe bay, where boats bobbed on the smooth ocean like buttons on a big, blue-velvet jacket. The German woman marveled at the plain brown St. Columba Cathedral walls as the car glided by on the narrow road. Ahead of them on the horizon Nina saw the clouds gathering. It was not unusual to have unexpected cloud cover throughout the days there, but these gray skies looked persistent.

  “We have to hurry. I don’t want to run through a rainstorm from door to door,” Nina noted as she accelerated slightly.

  “The clouds are still far off,” Gretchen replied with a mouthful.

  “Don’t trust the skies over Scotland. You know this wisdom well,” Nina jested, imitating an old wise woman. Through their light-hearted chuckles they pointed out various sites that were new even to Nina. She felt good about this. Home was home, but it had been reborn in a way. Like reacquainting herself with an old friend, like she did with Gretchen, she basked in the memories of Oban.

  “Tell me about that lecture you wanted me to attend, Gretch. I was still going to ask you why you referred me there. You know how tedious I find long ramblings of old academic farts,” Nina told her friend.

  “Oh, well, he is not that old, as old farts go,” she informed Nina. “Did you not see him on the poster in the lobby?”

  “No, I was a bit late. What exactly was it about? All I read on the note you sent was ‘Misdirected Religion and the Proof in Metaphysics,’” Nina said.

  “Yes, that’s right. Isn’t that fascinating?” Gretchen asked eagerly. “This man has so many ideas that make sense to me. He believes that gods were actually aliens that put humans here to work the earth. And I have found so many instances that have corroborated this, but the sound of the theory is just too ludicrous for people to swallow, or even to give it a moment’s pondering.”

  Nina looked at her friend with her forehead twisted in frown. “And I would be into this because?”

  Gretchen was as surprised at Nina’s reaction, as Nina was to Gretchen’s assumption about her.

  “Nina, history has proven this over and over. Not just in how organized religion has twisted the true origins of ancient teachings, but in the relics you have handled. You surely found some truth to their power?” Gretchen explained.

  Nina gave her the benefit of the doubt. “Look, I’d be the first to admit that I had previously handled some religious artifacts that had exhibited potential beyond the realm of our known physics, even biology, but that does not mean I firmly believe that metaphysics could be explained by resolute scientific laws.”

  “I’m not asking you to believe it, Nina. I just want you to listen. This man has something that is so far out of the comfort zone of the normal scientific community that he has to be onto something. And your knowledge of history would be invaluable to recognize where these principles had been discovered or used before. That is all I wanted. I just wanted you to listen and take what you know, mix it into his dish, and tell me what you think has been going on under the power of many false prophets and organized religions throughout the biggest wars of our time. Even now, wars are fought, Nina. Not wars with ammunition and armadas, but biochemical warfare on us, the human populace!”

  “By whom?” Nina asked.

  “By those who are trying to subjugate the human race for the power of gods!” Gretchen almost shrieked, desperate to have her old friend understand.

  Nina looked concerned. It was that same look Gretchen and her peers always evoked in so-called logical minds.

  “This is not esoteric, you see? It is political,” Gretchen reiterated her stance, trying to compose her fanaticism before Nina blocked her out completely.

  “Why are you telling me this?” Nina asked again. It was both profound and curious that her very well-educated and highly intelligent friend would embrace such fantastical notions. It was also disturbing to an extent, because Gretchen was not a fool and far from gullible. If she saw truth in a hypothesis, then something within it held true merit . . . at least somewhere.

  “Leave it. Forget I said anything. I’m grasping at straws because I have a crush on Dr. Phillips, I’m sure,” she smiled at Nina. But it was too sudden a change, too easily abandoned.

  Nina decided to oblige Gretchen for now, since they had arrived at the estate agent’s office.

  “Dr. Gould!” the secretary exclaimed from the front door. “Good morning, madam. Mrs. McLaughlin already went to the house to meet you there. She left about ten minutes ago.”

  “Thank you!” Nina called at the young lady and skipped to the car just as the first drops fell. Big and sparse the rain began to fall over Oban.

  “We have to meet her at the house, Gretch,” Nina panted as she hopped into the driver’s seat.

  “Just in time too,” Gretchen smiled, “you almost got wet. Then again,” she said as she scrutinized the sky, “we are definitely getting wet once we get there.”

  “Aye, the blessings of Scotland abounds!” Nina chuckled as she spurred the vehicle forward toward Dunuaran Road.

  From all sides the rain pattered down on the buildings, wetting the road, and the weeping clouds drowned the bird baths and gutters with a force of water the town had long not seen. Like a rapid storm, the wind started to blow wildly and the two lady friends leered at each other at the violent rocking of the car in the gusts.

  “What the hell is this?” Gretchen asked wide-eyed.

  Nina just shook her head and bore forward, keeping her eyes sharply on what parts of the road were still in view. It was a nightmare to navigate through the normally quiet traffic flow that was exacerbated by the weather’s punishment, but Nina took it slowly because she was not as familiar with the roads as she once was. Gretchen, a nervous passenger by nature, watched the veiled road and cast a worried eye toward the petite driver every now and then. The windshield fogged over, and Nina had to crack open her window for some cooler air to combat it.

  “Vents?” Gretchen asked.

  “The defogger hasn’t worked since I had that minor collision in front of Edinburgh Castle a month back. I really didn’t think I’d need it this soon. Murphy’s Law,” Nina sighed as Gretchen also wound down her window just enough not to drown in the onslaught of the hard rain that wet the side of her head and left her hair in tangled wet locks.

  “Fucking freezing,” she mentioned dryly, and Nina placed her hand apologetically on her friend’s arm in attempted solace. It was odd indeed that it was this cold. Not only had the morning started off very mild and maintained its temperature thus far, but Oban was not known to easily slip into freezing numbers.

  In a few minutes, like magic, the wind calmed. It turned into a mild breeze at most while the rain became a subsistent drizzle, turning the landscape of the pretty port into nothing but a ghostly image beyond the street.

  “Are you staying in the car?” Nina asked Gretchen.

  “Hell no! I want to see your house, Dr. Gould,” her friend answered with zest, unbuckling her seat belt.

  Mrs. McLaughlin was nowhere to be seen, but her car was parked in the street in front of the large stately old house that Nina would soon call home. The front door was slightly ajar and the ladies jogged up the porch steps to find shelter under the decorative porch roof.

  “She is probably inside,” Gretchen remarked. Once they were under the corrugated iron roof that dripped crystal water from the edges, they took a moment to shake out the excess water from their hair and coats.

  On the left side of the yard, the neighbor glared though the second-story window. She looked most peculiar with her protruding eyes and a mouth that drooped slightly to the one side, about fifty-five years old with black bop hair. Nina forced a quick smile to be polite, but she wished the nosy cow would mind her own business and disappear into her own house.

  “Looks like they are not used to strangers here,” Gretchen said from behind Nina.

  “Aye, that is precisely what I was just thinking,” Nina muttered as the woman kept l
ooking as if Nina was not even there.

  “I wonder what he thinks is so fucking interesting?” Gretchen moaned, her voice fraught with irritation.

  “You mean she. What does she . . . ” Nina started, but when she looked behind her, her friend was talking about the other neighbor. A younger man in his twenties stared at Nina and Gretchen from under the ledge of the garage roof, a concrete outcropping that hung over his head like an unsteady cliff of chipped paint and ferns. A fairly athletic young man, he bounced a basketball repeatedly where he stood with his dead, dark eyes gawking at the strangers.

  “Creepy people you have as neighbors, doll,” Gretchen mentioned through unmoving lips, should their audience have an aptitude for reading lips.

  “Uh, yah, thanks, Gretch. It makes me feel all welcome knowing that,” Nina said in hardly a voice. “Shall we go in?”

  In the street two joggers who were caught unaware by the sudden shower walked briskly by. They too passed with a hostile stare.

  “Jesus, what?” Nina said out loud, facing her palms upward. “Don’t look at me like I took a shit on your carpet!”

  Gretchen bit her lip anxiously, “Go ahead, alienate your neighbors, lassie.”

  “Man, I don’t give a shit. That schoolyard-eyeing-me bullshit won’t work on me,” Nina frowned. When she turned, she bumped into the static stare of another face, startling her and Gretchen out of their wits.

  “Jeeesusss,” Nina exclaimed again, holding her hand to her chest.

  Mrs. McLaughlin chuckled heartily to Nina’s embarrassment and surprise.

  “Oh, I’m not that good just yet. I still have to buy my wine,” the estate agent joked back.

  Gretchen burst out laughing, but Nina was still reeling from her inappropriate exclamation right in the stately dame’s face. And a dame she was, Mrs. Laughlin. Even to an astute academic, billionaire’s ex, like Nina, the Oban native who sold her the house held a regal air. She reminded Nina of the late actress Grace Kelly.