Through Her Lives

Morgandy

Morgandy had hit the jackpot. Constantine Pythe had had two children, a girl and a boy. Ashford Thales' genes lived on. She eagerly clicked on the link for the boy's name – Thornell Pythe. Morgandy snorted, it sounded like something out of Harry Potter.

Clicking through a series of pages like a maniac she found Thornell's history. He had died when he was twenty, childless. Morgandy groaned, throwing the mouse down with frustration. As soon as a link came up she hit a brick wall.

She could feel the edges of a migraine coming on as she shut down the computer, no longer feeling that the search was possible. It was only when she was back in the car that she realised Ashford's genes were still in the girl from the family. She was already half way back to Ashby Brymore by this time and realised there would be no point pursuing this today. It obviously wasn't her day.

The school was alive for such a late hour. Most of the room's lights were on. Morgandy turned off her lights, crawling slowly into the garage. Getting out she closed the door with a soft thump.

"Where have you been?" The deep voice of Dale made her jump. Looking around he stepped out of the shadows in the corner. Morgandy's eyes narrowed, she hated people who hid instead of facing everything head on. Another reason to hate him, she smirked.

"Oh just around." She threw her hands above her head and shimmied for effect. Her smirk getting broad as Dale's face didn't change. He stood there like a statue, frozen in time. The only part of him moving was his eyes.

"Do you ever think?" His eyes flared up with the rest of his face, showing his true raw anger. "You could have been killed at the Steaming Rock or raped but no you don't care. You're invincible aren't you? You are just a stupid child Morgandy. Get yourself inside and into your room before I report this to your head mistress. There's a rapist on the loose near the school."

Morgandy stood still. Not sure she had heard him right and not willing to accept the things he had said. She looked squarely into his eyes and held her head up, determination smothering her other emoticons.

"Have you seen Annett Lyson?" His face showed shock, maybe it was shock that she knew about Ant or maybe shock that she had spoken, she didn't know. It didn't matter because he didn't seem to know how to respond, his eyebrows crinkled and he shook his head at her.

It was all the indication Morgandy needed, Ant wasn't at the school.  Getting in her car she could hear Dave's protests as she started the engine. Suddenly he opened the passenger's door and got in, buckling his seat belt in one smooth motion. She looked at him for a second then nodded and pulled out of the garage for the second time that day.

When on the road to London Morgandy handed Dale her phone, he took it quizzically.

"Start ringing the bars, the pubs, and the clubs, anywhere public really. Give them a description of Annett. See if she's there and if not call the next." Morgandy's face was stone cold. She stared at the road in front of her as she heard Dale calling the first place.

After two hours of never ending minute calls all the pubs, clubs and bars had been done. No one had anyone looking remotely like Annett there. Morgandy had been driving around pointlessly for as long and her eyes were growing heavy.

"Pull over." Dales voice told her as she yawned for the third time in a row. She looked across at him but didn't ask questions. After pulling over he got out and they swapped spots. Morgandy settled back in the chair, a deep sigh escaping her lips. She was tired and just as her eyelids started to grow heavy she saw a figure walking down the steps of the library.

"Dale, Dale! Is that her? On the steps?" He jumped with surprise at the urgency and force in her voice. She watched the girl with hawk eyes, wondering where she could possibly be going. Was this the silhouette she had seen in the library?