Magical Me

Ch. 5 - Ian Getsbey

Chapter Five

“Mom...what do you mean?” Birgit inquired nervously.

Her mother sighed heavily and wet her lips before saying, “Your father and I were a little cautious when Hunter came by. He told us he needed to talk but had no one else to go to, so we let him stay. When you started dating Ray he turned up again, he was all atwitter and concerned saying that Ray was not a good guy and you shouldn’t be with him.” As she spoke she shook her head and waved her hands to emphasize what she wanted to say.

She walked over to the edge of the tub and sat on the side, just as Hunter had only her mother had the decency not to look at her daughter’s exposed body. “We thought it was jealousy speaking, but he went into such detail and was so convinced...well we thought there may be something to what he was saying.”

“Mom.” Birgit groaned, curling into a tiny ball in the water. Placing her forehead on her ruined knees she whined, “He’s a raving lunatic. He thinks we’re witches and someone is trying to kill us.”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” her mother said twisting her lips to the side in contemplation. “But we hired a private investigator just to be sure.”

“You had a cop stalk my boyfriend?” Birgit asked incredulously.

“Detective Drake was very helpful. He looked into Ray’s history and found out that wasn’t even his real name. Hunny, Ray was just as much a criminal as Hunter was. Only Ray went around using fake I.D.s and forged signatures because he killed someone. Actually Detective Drake said it could be up to twenty odd people.”

Birgit’s gut twisted. Something wasn’t right. Wasn’t Drake the name of that police officer who’d been at the apartment earlier? So either Ray’d actually been a horrible person as her mother was suggesting, a demon like Hunter believed, or a normal guy who was victimized by random violence like she believed. But if that were true than why was someone going to great lengths to make him out to be a bad guy?

“I know it’s a lot to take in, but we thought you needed to know...I’m just sorry you had to find out this way, now that Ray’s...well, dead.”

Birgit groaned and rubbed her knuckles into her eye sockets. “Okay, if his name wasn’t really Raymond Vatrovh, what was his name?”

“Ian Getsbey.” Her mother said with a sympathetic grimace.

“Mom, can I use your computer?” She asked. Her mother look confused but nodded, “Oh, uhm. Can I borrow some clothes too?”

Her mother grinned at her daughter and left the room. She returned a moment later with a box tied with a bow. “I was going to give you this later for your birthday, but I guess you’d like it now.”

Inside the box was a dainty little pale orange summer dress. “Mom....thanks.” Birgit hated the tone of her voice, why did life have to be so hard? She gratefully took the dress and put it on. With her hair still wet Birgit went down to the computer and went to Google.

As she typed in Ian Getsbey her dad came in. “How’re you feeling sweetheart?”

Birgit ground her teeth at the frustration of the ice breaker her parents had apparently agreed upon. “I don’t know dad.” I pressed enter and looked at the first link, what appeared to be a newspaper article. The picture at the top of the page was definitely Ray, a little younger but certainly him. A strangled noise escaped me. As I quickly skimmed the article I just about died. Whether Detective Drake was an actual detective or not, his info was right. “I’m not feeling good dad, not good at all.”

He held my shoulders and massaged slightly. “Of course not, baby girl, but it’ll be all right. You still have us.”