Chapter 52: Kyle

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-Kyle’s P.O.V-

Oddly enough, it was a rare sunny day in Banff. Utilizing the good weather, I had wheeled my motorbike out onto the pavement in front of the motel and taken to washing and shining it. The sleek surface lit up under a few soapy wipes and I took time in cleaning the pipes and undersurfaces too. Though I was a lone traveler with little to no material possessions, my motorbike was the only thing that was solely mine. I had saved up for it a few years ago and put the money to good use when I’d gone in search of my sister.

The sun’s warm rays stroked my face, and I had to accessorize with a pair of sunglasses to save my sensitive eyes. It was bothersome to look straight into the sun with my finely tuned eyes. Even from my spot outside on the pavement, I heard my mobile phone ringing in the second story level, from my black backpack. Oh, the perks of heightened senses.

Dropping the rag, I wheeled the bike back underground and took the stairs three at a time to my level. My phone only had a few contacts, so the most likely caller was Florence, and I’d only given my number to her for emergencies. The door burst open at my touch and I dove for my phone before it cut off, nearly falling off the couch in the process.

“Hello?” I grumbled into the phone.

“Kyle, its Florence. You have to hear me out. I’m with Joullian at a gas station and I looked inside his wallet. I found an ID that said he was called Jonathon Amoretti-” My ears perked up at the news. So her fabulous human boy had a double identity? Guess he wasn’t so fabulous after all.

After a pause, she continued. “Look, I also found a photo. It was of your sister.” My body was frozen, my mouth as dry as the desert. This boy had a photo of my sister? The dots connected instantly and I bit back a growl. His name was Jonathon, and he had a photo of my sister. It had to be him, this couldn’t be a coincidence. I was going to rip his throat out.

It’s him, it’s finally him.” My voice was grave, I knew that she was attached to him but he had to go. I would track him down and demand answers; he had to know where my sister was.

“I also got a call from Benjamin Sergio. He has my best friend Annie, and he wants me to meet him in a warehouse on Barnhill Road, the third one along. You need to come and help, I don’t trust Joullian anymore!” Her voice was rushed, frantic. I could imagine her presently having a panic attack.

“Florence calm down! Act normal, he can’t know that you have figured it out. I’ll be there as fast as I can, and until then you need to stay put, okay? We’ll sort this entire thing out,”I had to reassure her first, because if he found out, she could be in danger. I hope that her acting skills were up to scratch, because she had to pull this one of flawlessly.

“Okay, but hurry,” she whispered. I hung up and dropped the phone. I had dreamt of this day, prepared for it mentally a thousand times. But when it came down to the few seconds I needed, I had no idea what to do. Obviously I was going to drive to the warehouse, but should I go armed? My eyes flicked to the dark bag in the corner, the very same that I had carried with me all of these years.

With my final decision made, I grabbed the bag and packed my few belongings into my backpack. Slinging it onto my back, I slid out of the room and pulled the keys from the door. My rent was paid; I had no more ties here. Skidding down the stairs, I dropped the keys on the front desk and proceeded to the car park.

My motorbike was waiting, shining and looking eager to be exercised. I didn’t hesitate to break the speed limit as I pulled out of the building and rocketed down the road. A speeding fine was the least of my worries right now.

Barnhill road was proving hard to find. I had to stop at least twice to review a scrappy map that I had retrieved from the motel lobby, and only on the third time did I know where to go. After one final right turn, I cruised onto the street that I was looking for. The third warehouse along was quite a distance away, but I parked by a building instead.

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