Intentional Killer - Book 2 In The Jessie Series

Chapter 37: To Do List

I knew I read Auntie Em right. She was working with Marcus. For what purpose I wasn't sure, and for how long, I didn't know either but...it looked like she was going to sell me back to Marcus and then probably back to The Hall and The Handler. I wasn't one hundred percent sure, this could have been an old note. But the way Em had been kind of sketchy and the way Auntie Ann had said she was acting weird and how Tarzan growled it... unfortunately made sense.

Tarzan was flapping his hand and came terring back around the desk pulling my arm and pointing to the door. Someone was coming and we needed to go.

I grabbed a pen from his desk and found a piece of paper. I scribbled my own little note quickly.

I'm coming for you Marcus

I grabbed Tarzan and pulled him to the window. We climbed out and up the ladder just as the door opened. I didn't see who it was or if they got my note. But I needed to find a place and think, work out the problem. We climbed the fire escape onto the roof. From there the building on the other side was closer so we hopped over and I sat down. I held my hand to my side. I had ignored the pain all day. The pain killers Auntie Ann gave me definitely helped, but they were wearing off and my side was starting to throb and ache.

I leaned my head back against the little wall on the top roof. I sat for a second my eyes closed. I felt a little head on my leg. I peeked an eye open. Tarzan had curled up on the ground, his little head in my lap. I pulled my backpack closer and opened it. Pulling the pain meds out I popped a few and dug around my bag. My hand brushed something soft and I pulled out Chuck's teddy bear. My eyes filled with tears.

Tarzan sat up and cocked his head. His eyes fixed on the bear. His eyes flicked up to me and then back to the bear.

"A very special little friend gave it to me." I said quietly.

He held his hands out and shrugged over exaggerating turning his head back and forth.

"Where is he now? He's...with his little sister. On the next great adventure." My voice even quieter.

He cocked his head.

"He died. WICKED killed him."

Tarzan hung his head, his little hands flopped in his lap. I ran a thumb over the teddy bear for a second and then I held it out to Tarzan.

"He needs a snuggle. Can you give him one while we rest?" I could hear the waver in my own voice. The little boys eyes went, if possible, even bigger. His split bottom lip quivered for a moment, and with shaky hands he took the bear and immediately clutched it to his chest. Big crocodile tears formed in his eyes and clung to his lashes.

"I need to clean those cuts, Buddy. Hold on and let me find my first aid kit."

Digging around again I found my water, and the kit at the bottom of my bag, along with that weird communication device. Frowning I pulled them both out. Sipping my water I looked over the little electronic device.

I handed my water to Tarzan to have some. And looked more carefully. I sort of remember picking it up but not really. I couldn't remember where I got it from. Frowning I turned it over trying to see any kind of markings or indication from its origins. It was blank. Solid black metal, small speaker, on and off button, two channels and a volume dial. Nothing fancy or flashy.

I flicked it on and listened. Nothing but static. I flicked to the second channel but nothing.

A spike of pain shot through my head. From the base of my skull slicing to the front behind my eyes. I dropped it and clamped my hands over my head. Biting my lip to keep from making a sound. I rocked back and forth for a second. The pain was intense. Swinging back and forth through my mind, and this time down my spine. It was so intense my eyes watered and I had to gasp with the pain. And just as suddenly as it happened, it was gone.