Carrington City Chronicles: Detective Myra Allen

CHAPTER SIX

As Myra parked, she and Killian had talked the entire drive. No arguing. Just talking. Him telling stories of trips he had taken. Places he had seen. Her stating the places she knew she would never see. Not based on her salary anyway. They laughed and she admitted to herself that she had truly misjudged Killian.

Shutting off the engine Myra took a deep breath.

"Okay, now she knows more than what she's saying so just let me ask the questions, alright?" She waited for Killian to agree. As hard as she knew it would be for him to not speak, she needed him to agree. He nodded and huffed, Myra couldn't help but laugh as she exited her truck,

Killian followed.

Myra went to open the door and it was opened by the same young girl that was there the first time she had visited. Her wavy black hair fell around her face and gave a stunning contrast from her olive skin. She smiled and ushered Myra in.

"We've been expecting you, Myra." The girl stated enthusiastically. "My name is Margeaux and I'm—"

"You're needed in the back." Madam Mara interrupted her as she came from behind the beaded curtain. "Your mother is asking for you to help her upstairs."

"Yes, grandmother." Margeaux smiled at Myra and hurried past them both and behind the beads leaving them clacking against one another.

Myra stared at Madam Mara and her brow rose, "That's your granddaughter huh?"

Madam Mara nodded and smiled, "Yes, she is. Beautiful, isn't she?" 

"Conceited much?" Killian chimed in as he sat in the corner with his arms folded over his broad chest.

Myra groaned glancing over at Killian.

"No, not conceited at all." Madam Mara replied smiling happily, "Just stating the obvious. My granddaughter is a beautiful young woman."

"So, yesterday I may have left...a bit hastily." Myra said with a bit of shame.

"Yes, that you did." Madam Mara agreed, pulling her also black wavy hair to one side, revealing a curling row of gold loops and studded earrings along her ear. "Now, if you want to know why and how you can see this gentleman, come with me and I will explain it all." Madam Mara opened the beaded curtain and gestured Myra to enter.

Myra entered and Madam Mara looked over at Killian. "You might as well come too; you know as well as I do, you're not going to stay there." She laughed and walked into the room with Myra.

Killian grinned and followed.

Myra sat down at the table; Madam Mara sat down in front of her. Killian appeared beside her but said nothing.

"You are here to find out how you can see him and how if at all, you can help him." It wasn't a question; Madam Mara was basically stating the obvious, again. "You can see him because you are a medium. You can see those that are not yet dead but not really alive." She proceeded to open the book on the table. "Believe it or not you come from a long line of mediums."

Myra's brows lowered, "How would you know that? What are you not telling me? And just give me the short answer, long answers give me a complex."

"Be nice." Killian mumbled.

"Yes, be nice." Madam Mara smiled at Killian. "You're a handsome one. Lucky girl." She said winking at Myra. "Anyway, I know this because I am also one. I know these things because you are from my bloodline."

"Wait, what?" Myra shook her head uncontrollably. "What do you mean of your bloodline? You mean...related?"

Madam Mara nodded.