Adventures Without Maeve

12. Evading

I wake up with the sun shining brightly on my face, and I smile lightly. For a brief moment everything is perfect. And then I remember last night.

I read her letter. Maeve's heartbreaking letter, that was wrote two months before her actually death. Secrets don't seem to last long around here. Which may work to my advantage.

Though a few questions have been answered, she was right. She could not answer all of them. And that means I have to talk to Indie.

There are some things that I am in the dark about. And I don't like it. Being in the dark doesn't suit me very well. I need information. I need to know everything.

I can only hope that Indie will be willing to answer these questions. She has been a little off lately. And I think she knows something bigger than she is letting on. And perhaps that is the reason she refuses to leave London.

I pick up my phone by the bedside table. Today is the day that these petty games stop. Today we get answers.

"Hello," I say into the phone. "have my car ready in thirty minutes."

Getting information from LA is going to be hard. But not too hard. It will take a little digging. But I am okay with getting my hands dirty.

Thirty minutes later I am standing in front of door I thought I would never see again. But here I am. I take to steps and knock gently.

"Harry?" The man asks as he answers the door. "What a surprise! I figured-"

"Figuring gets you nowhere, Kidd." I say, casting a glare at him. "We need to talk."

"Would you like some tea?" Andon asks me. I politely shake my head. I am not here for chit chat. "Straight to business then, is it?"

"Tell me everything you know." I say, sternly.

"I don't even know where to start." Andon sighs.

"From the beginning would be nice." I say.

"Right." He sighs, again. "When she was around the age of two, the first day she met Indie, she started having them. We knew they weren't normal. But there just wasn't much we could do about it. She slept with us a lot. It helped some, but she still woke up every night screaming. It was like she was being murdered right there. Daemon came along not long after and just added to the screaming. It was a hell house. Daemon's stopped though, he turned two and never screamed again. However Maeve's worsened. The older she got, the more screaming there was. I was so stressed out that I did the only thing I could think of. I left.

"Leaving was hard. But I wasn't in the dark the whole time. Sheryl sent me updates on her. She described the dreams with very little detail. The older she got the less detail there was. We knew that she was hiding something. And I was certain that Indie had something to do with it. But you can't go making accusations like that. I had no solid ground. No real proof. So I let it slide for awhile and listened as they kept getting worse. Then we she turned sixteen, she met you. And they all seemed to stop. Sheryl accepted it. Dropped it and never wanted to talk about it again. Daemon kept pushing for answers. Of course Sheryl never said anything about it. One scold and he was over the questioning stage. But me. I couldn't drop it just like that. So I talked to Indie."

"You had contact with Indie?" I ask, knitting my eyebrows together.

"Yes. Not much. But I asked questions here and there. She wasn't very willing to give any of it up. One thing she kept saying over and over again was 'all this time'. Any cool what it means?" Andon asks.

"None." I lie. Now don't think that just because he shares his secrets mean that I share mine. Somethings are better when kept close to home.

"It appears no one does." He sighs. "Indie never would tell me what she meant by it. And I have researched but it came oi with nothing."