Inglorious sat back and chewed on the idea. “Furniture?”
“Won’t cost much for some basic stuff. Beds, sofa, table, chairs, and some kitchen shit. If they want more, they can buy it,” Vortex said.
Willow began nodding. “That would probably work. You don’t want them invoking eminent domain. Go straight to their boss; I’ll get you the number. Tell them you have some houses that they can have as you’ve paying customers arriving.”
“I’ll contact Apache. He was working in one of the shops, but I’ll ask him to move the team over. Use the houses behind the hotel side of Main Street. Away from us,” Vortex said. He squeezed my shoulder as he rose and walked away to make a call.
“That’s resolved, but what about Amy? I’m guessing she’s a target,” Inglorious asked. I paled as his words sank in.
“Oh God, someone wants to kill me,” I gasped.
“They’ll have to go through this MC first,” Inglorious promised. “There are cameras everywhere in town, Amy. This is one of the safest places for you to be, surrounded by the MC. Moon is great with computers; he can rig up some facial awareness programme.”
“You mean hack someone,” Willow replied dryly.
“Would I suggest anything of the sort?” Inglorious asked disingenuously.
“Yes. Don’t bullshit a bullshitter.” Willow waggled a finger as she got to her feet. “Guys, I’ll stay in touch when I hear things. You want me to come through you or Vortex?”
“Me. Vortex has his hands full as it is,” Inglorious stated with a sly look at me.
A blush hit my cheeks, and Willow smiled. “Welcome to chaos, Amy. One thing’s for sure, you’ll never be alone again.”
“Thanks,” I said, unsure if that was a threat or a promise.
Vortex returned. “Apache’s getting on it, but wants you to meet him so you can choose the houses.”
“And my day goes to shit again.” Inglorious sighed and rose to his feet. “I’ll walk with you, Willow.”
“Stay safe, Amy. If your gut’s telling you something’s wrong, it probably is. Trust it.” With that, Willow left with Inglorious beside her.
“What a clusterfuck,” Vortex muttered, pulling me against his chest. He wasn’t far wrong.
Aurora-Victora
“Haybales are falling. She’s trapped below them and will be crushed,” I said, and Klutz glanced over at me.
“Is that it? That was short. Who is it?” he asked, sounding disbelieving.
“That’s it. I think it’s Amy. I couldn’t see her face, but I smelt smoke and burning around her. That’s how I’ve begun identifying her. Wow, that was a tiny vision.” I exclaimed.
“Anymore on that bigger one?” Klutz’s fingers flew over his phone.
“Nothing. That one’s a huge clusterfuck. Why can’t it just show me properly instead of these stupid images?” I snapped irately.
“You’re feeling guilty,” Klutz guessed.
“Yes, I am. Why am I shown this shit if I can’t stop it? Why are they so cryptic?” I kicked the wall in frustration.
Klutz’s eyes widened; he’d never seen me like this. “Babe, you’re human, you can only do what you can.”
“But the big disasters, the bridge collapsing, lava in the streets, this. Why can’t I see them as clearly as I did that little one? People had died in the bridge collapse, and then the laccoliths erupted. I mean, can you still believe we had volcanic lava running through Rapid City? If the visions were clearer, I could save some lives.”
“Maybe they were meant to die? And the ones you saved were supposed to live? Stop beating yourself up, Aurora-Victoria, that’s an order.”
Frustrated, I sighed and leaned against Klutz’s chest. None of it made sense; it never had. Sadly, I could only go with the flow. Although there were times I wanted to say fuck it and bury my head in the sand, I couldn’t. The visions wouldn’t let me.
Vortex
