June 14, 1928
In a blink, the modern hotel room turned into an old apartment. In place of Thomas, a young woman jumped back in surprise. She screamed yelling in a thick Irish accent.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Anet tried to calm her. "I'm not here—,"
CLASH!
Anet dodged the vase.
The Irish woman fainted to the floor.
"Oh my God!" Anet ran to check her vitals. "I guess some women really do faint just like that."
Anet hurried to borrow an outfit from the woman's closet—Not that she intended to bring them back to her. The heels were a little loose, but they'd do.
She ran out of the apartment.
She'd given herself a small window of time to search for Jay. I could've gone back to the night I went back to the future, she thought, but I can't waste time dealing with Vic.
She'll have been missing for 6 days now, Vic would probably be scouring the city for her. She had 3 slutty hotels to hit before the week was up and Jay returned to the future.
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Anet steered clear of places she knew she'd be seen. Taking back routes and longer cuts through town consumed a lot of time.
The anger and betrayal fueled the rage burning up inside her.
Every memory both original and new. All those date nights. All those moments. All those promises. All of it was lie layered up on lie!
She spotted a three ball pawn shop up ahead.
There's no way he's getting out of this easily!
She waltzed in.
"Good afternoon, miss." Greeted the man behind the counter. "How may I help you."
"Good afternoon." She flashed a friendly smile. "I'm looking for a gift for my fiancé."
"Excellent! What sort of hobbies does your fiancé enjoy?"
"He's an officer, and he really enjoys hunting. He has a pretty nifty shotgun, so I thought I'd surprise him with a couple knives."
"Of course! Here are some of our finest." He pulled a tray from under the counter.
"Oh, those are quite nice! I bet they'd do a better job cutting the roast I'll be cooking up for him every night!" She laughed gaily. Eyes spotted a beautiful revolver. "Oh! Now that's a fancy weapon! My fiancé has one for work, but I bet he'd really like that one! Would you show it to me?"
"Here we are."
"May I?" He set the revolver in her open hands. "Wow. It's much heavier than it looks! Say, this isn't loaded is it?"
"Not at all, ma'am! That would be irresponsible of me."
"My fiancé has taught me a lot about his shotgun. Where do the bullets go in this one? I'd like to show him how smart I am when I give it to him." She beamed.
"Why of course." He brought out six. "You open the chamber like this, see? And you place each bullet like such, and—voila!"
"Oh, how simple! Does it feel heavier now?" She held out her hands in which he placed the loaded weapon. "Wow!" giggle. "I feel the difference." She shifted it in one hand holding it expertly. "Stick 'em up!"
The clerk laughed before his smiled suddenly faded.
"Thanks for the gift. My fiancé will love it." She grabbed the knives, barrel on the clerk. She concealed the knives in her garters. "You're a pal." She winked, backed away to the door, hurried out.
YOU ARE READING
Through Time Again
Fantascienza((SEQUEL to Through Time She Came)) "Our family was always important to the Maggios, Anet. In your timeline, we had managed to stay well-hidden. Something changed and brought us back out into the game." 2010 is not how she left it. The Maggio and th...
