Vincent Albright was at the top of his game. He had achieved fame, fortune, and the love and adoration of thousands through his artwork. After a falling out, however, he sought haven on Charlie's Isle, a small, low populated island off the coast of...
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On the bright side they had given me a private cell. It wouldn't have mattered anyway, though, because out of the three in the police station mine was the only one occupied.
I could only imagine what Vinny was going to say. Let alone my parents. I was in store for several lectures that I was not looking forward to.
Vinny was such an introvert. He never asked questions, was chronically prone to awkwardness and was practically allergic to confrontation. Which makes it hard for me to wrap my head around his story.
It had taken Vin months to open up and tell me who he was. Even now I felt like I didn't know completely.
I knew he was Vincent Albright, a farmer's son from Indiana. He had been doing his prophetic paintings from the time he could walk and was eventually shipped off to New York to further his artistic skills. Unfortunately, the school was human and didn't quite understand his interpretations when he chose to give them.
However, his unique abstract murals earned him fame and fortune amongst humans that he almost never discussed, only mentioning it in passing here and there. Humans would pay tens of thousands to get his work over their mantels. The money he earned went back home for some time until there was some sort of falling out between his parents and him. Then the money went towards drugs and alcohol.
Long story short, he went from farmer's kid to New York City big shot and had come to Charlie's Isle and was making his stay here some sort of personal rehab. No one here knew about his fame, human or Were. I think the moment he turned away from drugs was when he became the quiet thing that he is.
The opening of the door leading from the main office to the cell block made me jump from my daydreams. I had been laying on the stone-hard bed with my arms behind my head, but got up to see who had come. In walked one of the two officers who had arrested me.
He unlocked the cell without meeting my gaze. "Come with me." He ordered as the barred door screeched open.
I obeyed. He brought me, once again by the arm, through the office and down a hall of what I guessed were interrogation rooms. I was led into a room where the other officer was already waiting.
"Good morning, Ms. Wilder. Did you sleep well?" He asked almost sarcastically. The last time I had slept was Friday. It was now Monday morning and I was not in the mood to deal with bull shit pleasantries.
"Why am I here?" I spat, "What's this about?"
The other cop took his seat next to his buddy. The one who had led me here was the Werecat, while his partner was human. The Were's eyes glowed orange in the dimly lit room, hinting at a possible Fire affinity. "You are the only person who has been present for both of these incidents. Both times people have been severally hurt, almost dead. Call me crazy, but I don't think these things are a coincidence."
