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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 228) Beyond The Glow

“There is malevolence in his beautiful eyes, Lyla. He was so mean to me; he scared me and called me names! I never did anything to deserve what he did!” Marnie starts to cry and keeps looking out at the dark yard as if she expects someone to join them. She pulls Lyla close to her and leans in to her ear. “He’s out there you know, he’s always out there watching.” Marnie whispers and moves to the side as she looks over Lyla’s right shoulder. “He’s here now.” She whispers eerily.

“Who, Marnie? Who is here?” asks Lyla now buying into the fact that someone must be in the yard standing just beyond the glow of the lights. Nervously, she turns to look behind her to see if someone is there and that is when Marnie explodes with anger.

“You were the reason he came here!” Marnie screams as she steps back while pulling on Lyla’s arms. Then in a normal tone she says, “You brought him here and then seduced him away from me!” she glares at Lyla full of hatred. She is now much louder than she has been, and is practically screaming.

“Because of you everything is off track, you messed everything up! He is supposed to be with me! I’m the one he wanted!” Without any warning, Marnie pounces on Lyla and begins to shake her violently.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 227) Better State

Clutching one of Lyla’s sleeves in each hand, Marnie is pulling on them as she talks; much like a small exited child would to their parent. Lyla is finding it difficult to follow the radical statements Marnie is blurting out and it is equally as difficult to pull herself away from her firm hold.

“Why is he here, Lyla!” she jerks down hard on Lyla’s sleeves almost pulling her to the floor. “You stole him from me Lyla!” Marnie screams as she grabs Lyla’s wrists and tightens her grip.

“What are you talking about, Marnie?” Lyla asks in a calm tone, she is trying to keep some control to this conversation. Since Marnie is showing serious signs of aggression, Lyla wants to gently break free from her hold and end this discussion quickly. Yet, she is also interested in what her friend has to say.

Even in the strange state of mind that Marnie is in, she knows something about the oddities of Lyla’s home. She is hopeful this information may help her understand the bizarre events of late and possibly help her in assisting Marnie to a better state of mind.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 226) Pure Evil

Suddenly, Marnie turns and slams her fist on the door of the house with a loud bang. This causes Lyla to jump and tighten the hold she has on it. She is not sure about Marnie’s state of mind, for her demeanor is swinging from happy to angry in a matter of seconds. She fears she may become violent if something strikes her the wrong way.

“I was handling my thoughts and memories well until I saw him here, watching you! Why is he always watching you!” screams Marnie like a jealous teenager.

“Watching me? Who is watching me, Marnie?” Lyla glances around at the yard.

“He is pure evil you know, Lyla.” States Marnie as she slides her back against the frame of the door. “He can act sweet and win your trust; he gave me flowers and danced with me.” She looks down at her feet then rolls her eyes up and to the side as she looks at Lyla with an odd expression. “But then he turned on me.” Marnie shifts quickly to look behind her then hastily spins back to face Lyla.

“I was so frightened.” She glances around wildly again as she grabs the long sleeves of Lyla’s shirt.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 225) Just You Wait

Lyla stands there looking at Marnie not buying into the drama but again, not wanting to dismiss her immediately either. Obviously, she is very fragile right now emotionally and Lyla does not want to do anything that will set her off.

“You really don’t remember? You don’t remember his strange green eyes?” Marnie asks with determination. This shocks Lyla a bit, for she just experienced a very dramatic episode involving an entity with green eyes. “I’m not making this up! I’m not crazy like everyone thinks!” Screeches Marnie, as her eyes grow wild. “Just you wait Lyla; he’ll kill you just like he killed Penny! I don’t know why he spared me.” Marnie’s expression quickly changes to a happy little and almost devious grin.

“Maybe that’s it, maybe he is here to taunt you and not me; do you think that’s why he is out there? Do you think he is here to drive you insane?” She glances out at the darkness and begins running her hands through her hair in her typical flirtatious manner. “That has to be it, he is looking for another kill!” says Marnie as she looks down at her clothing.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 224) Make It Stop

“What’s going on with you, Marnie?” Lyla asks now opening the door a little further. Marnie stands there looking dreadful. Her face is bloated and her clothes look wrinkled, as if she has been sleeping in them and for all Lyla knows, maybe she has. Slowly, Marnie glances over her shoulder and then back toward Lyla.

“I’m not well, I’m being haunted and I want it to stop.” She says as she looks over her shoulder once more at the darkened path that leads to the road. The spring storm has passed and the sun has set. Little beads of water continue to cling to every surface sparkling in the glow of the street lamps. Lyla squints as she tries to look into the shadows of the night.

“How can we make it stop, Marnie?” Lyla asks hoping she will get an answer that may assist her in helping her friend.

“Why is everything always in my lap, why do I have to solve all the problems? No one knows all the things I have to go through each day. I can’t handle this; everything is always placed on me.” Marnie moans. She leans over as if sobbing but Lyla has seen this in Marnie before. She can put on a good act when she wants something to go her way. Just as Lyla expected, when Marnie raises her head, there is not one single tear in her eyes.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 223) Not As Odd

Lyla does not want to open the door, but what if Marnie truly needs help? Could her brother have been mistaken in thinking she never left the house earlier? She feels she must do what she can to help her friend and possibly uncover answers to many of her own questions along the way. Lyla unlatches the lock and barely cracks the door open.

“Hi,” says Marnie. It is obvious she has been crying. Her eyes are puffy and streaks of makeup are around her eyes and running down her cheeks.

“Does your brother know you’re here?” Lyla asks without opening the door more than a crack.

“No, he thinks I’m sleeping.” She states honestly, as she leans against the doorjamb.

Her statement leads Lyla to believe that Marnie may have tricked her brother earlier today as well. In some odd way, hearing this from her actually makes Lyla feel better. Maybe things are not as odd as she feared.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 222) Faint Knock

After Marcus and Destry leave, Lyla continues to sit on the settee in the sunroom trying to work up enough nerve to walk down the hall and then upstairs to bed. Half an hour has now passed and she has finally forced herself to stand up. She does not attempt to turn off any of the lights as she makes her way to the bottom of the staircase. Just as she lifts her foot to take the first step, there is a faint knock at the front door. Peering out the small window, she does not see anyone waiting. Then tap, tap, tap. More knocks are on the door.

“Who is it?” asks Lyla as she leans her forehead up against the thick wooden door. It feels cool to the touch and she just stands there listening and praying that it is only the wind.

“It’s Marnie,” replies a soft voice from outside. Lyla hesitates now that she is unsure of what is real and what is not. Just hours ago Marnie was here and she was not at all pleasant. Yet, her brother confirmed there was no way Marnie could have been at Lyla’s house. She thought Marnie’s mind was going, but now she wonders if it is her own that is no longer attached to reality.

Then there is the threatening form that overwhelmed her tonight in the kitchen. She has no explanation for it, it simply does not make sense, yet she feels that it is all indeed very real. Furthermore, she strongly believes that her occurrences here have a connection in some way to what she experienced while in Madrid.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 221) Slight Smirk

“You cannot go back to what you think you had with her. It cannot and will not ever be restored.” Quinn states firmly. A slight smirk crosses Quinn’s lips as if he enjoys beating Crispin at this competition. Crispin lets go of Quinn’s arm in a forceful way. “You can stop now and nothing more will come of it but if you continue to push forward with your absurd plan, then expect to be rejected.” Quinn smoothes the wrinkles on his shirt left there by Crispin’s tight clinch. “You have betrayed my trust.” Says Crispin coldly.

“I have saved you from heartache and trouble!” Replies Quinn as he raises his voice to an overpowering level. “You are here for one reason and one reason only. This fairytale of yours is not part of the process and it is best you reevaluate your goals now!” Quinn stands firm and unwavering as Crispin glares at him with loathing eyes. “You are not to frighten Lyla again!” Crispin says in a low harsh tone, “Do you understand me old man?”

“It is not me she is afraid of.” Replies Quinn as he looks Crispin in the eye for several seconds then nods yes as if agreeing with something. “If a rogue deceives me once shame on him.” Crispin says in a grumble. He does not divert his intense gaze. “If he deceives me twice shame on me.” He turns and grabs his jacket off the brass hook near the door. When he places his hand on the doorknob, he pauses as if he plans to say something.

“Where are you off to?” asks Quinn in a low tone. “Never you mind.” Replies Crispin as he turns the knob pulling the door open. He steps through the threshold slamming the heavy wooden door shut behind him and the room of the cottage grows quiet.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 220) Proof

Lyla is doing a good job at covering up her fear as not to worry her dear friend. However, she is scared to death that something is lurking here in her home, something that wishes to do her harm. Several miles away in the cottage, both Crispin and Quinn stand face to face in the living room and an argument begins.

“What have you done, Quinn?” asks Crispin as he grabs Quinn’s arm with considerable force. Crispin has not raised his voice but his tone is forceful and demanding and his hold is solid. “I gave you proof.” Quinn says smugly. “Proof? Proof of what?” says Crispin with aggression, his voice becoming potent. He stands there, holding Quinn’s arm as he tightens his free hand into a fist. It is all he can do to hold back from hitting the elderly man in the face. The fact that Quinn does not seem intimidated angers Crispin even more.

“Lyla is afraid of you, I told you she would be, and if you don’t back off she will be piecing it all together very soon. She will remember everything, the good with the bad, and I don’t believe the outcome will be in your favor.” States Quinn as he stands his ground. He tightens his eyes into tiny slits.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 219) Agreeable

“Did you see something or someone in the house, Lyla?” asks Marcus; again, he glances over at Destry. Lyla thinks to herself that this must be how Marnie feels. Everyone looking at her in a strange way as they glance around making eye contact as if saying yes, she is crazy as a loon.

“No, no, not at all. I’m sorry you guys, it’s just that Marnie has been out of sorts, acting a little strange, and she has wandered in a couple of times since I’ve been back. That’s all.” Replies Lyla as if this were no big deal. “Maybe we should stay with you tonight.” States Destry as she looks to Marcus for approval.

“No, no, I’m fine. Really.” Lyla says, as she shakes her head no. “You two head back to the loft and get settled in. We can hook up tomorrow.” She looks at Marcus and since they have known each other for many years, all it takes is one quick glance and he understands her completely.

“Okay Destry, that’s our queue to scoot out of here.” He says as he stands up. Destry stays put and just looks at him shocked that he is so agreeable. “Seriously, she’s good to go.” Marcus reaches out to Destry and she takes his hand as she stands up next to him. “You call me if you need anything, even if you just need some company, okay?” says Marcus intently to Lyla. He then slips his arm around Destry.

“Aye aye cap’n!” states Lyla as she continues to stay seated on the settee. She raises her hand and playfully salutes Marcus. “Now get out of here so I can tidy up and get to bed.”

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 218) A Little Dazed

Before she fainted, Lyla remembers seeing green eyes, but whom or what was the thing that attacked her? Did she actually see a black brooding form transform into a man? On the other hand, is her tired mind simply playing tricks on her? Is she going mad like Marnie?

“But. . .?” questions Marcus in a long drawn out way. “What?” Lyla says as if confused.

“You said you found Smokey in the small nook, but. . . and then your voice trailed off.” He pauses for a second or two for her to respond but she does not. “Maybe we should get you to a doctor, you may have a concussion.” Marcus states as he looks at the side of her head for a bump. Reaching up, he softly lifts small sections of hair away from her scalp.

“No, I think I’m okay, just a little dazed. I don’t know what happened; I think I just over did it today.” Lyla slaps Marcus’ hand away from her head and he laughs.

“Well that proves she is perfectly fine, she’s got the fight back in her.” Marcus laughs as he hands Lyla a glass of water. “By the way, after we got you settled here I had to practically search the entire house for Smokey, but we found her.”

“Was anyone in the house?” questions Lyla then she quickly realizes how odd that must sound. “I mean, Smokey hadn’t gotten out or anything, right?” Destry looks at Marcus as they both find Lyla’s questioning to be strange.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 217) Last Memory

“I thought I heard talking, you okay Lyla?” Destry asks as she enters the sunroom with a fresh washcloth in hand. Lyla opens her eyes and smiles as Destry switches out the cloths.

“Sorry. You two should be unpacking and resting up instead of looking after me.” Lyla says as she slowly sits up. “What time is it?”

“Nine o’clock.” Replies Marcus. We got in an hour ago but after numerous tries at trying to reach you by phone, we decided something must be wrong. Sure enough, we found you out cold.” Marcus says as he brushes a few strands of hair away from Lyla’s face.

“What happened?” asks Destry as she takes a seat on a nearby chair.

“I’m. . . I’m not really sure.” Replies Lyla as she tries to remember what led up to her last memory. “I remember finding Smokey in the small nook in the kitchen, but. . .” and that is when she recalls the black mass surrounding her as it pulled the air out of her lungs.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 216) Bruised

The gentle rainstorm has now become more aggressive and loud as it moves across the area. Straight away, the dull brown grass of the lawn begins to transform into a bright healthy green color. The heaviness of the rainwater causes springs wide array of blooms to hang heavy on their stems as everything becomes saturated. Large beads of water cling to the leaves of the trees and plants until the droplets grow too weighty and fall with a splash onto rain soaked surfaces below. Along the streets of the town, wind chimes ring and tinkle as the breeze blows in from the southwest bringing with it warmer temperatures.

Lying on her back, Lyla hears the shift in the wind as her chimes respond with a joyful clanking sound. Her forehead feels cold and she reaches up touching a damp washcloth. She then hears a familiar voice.

“Are you okay?” questions Marcus as he leans over her. He grabs her hand to keep her from removing the cloth from her forehead. “What?” replies Lyla in a weak manner. “Can you open your eyes?” questions Marcus with much concern in his voice. “I think you passed out.”

“Marcus?” says Lyla as she opens her eyes and tries to sit up. “Oh no you don’t, not so fast.” He replies. He holds her hand in his while trying to keep her in a relaxed position. Without much of a fight, she lies back on the settee and closes her eyes again. That is when the pain sets in, her head is pounding fiercely and her shoulder feels bruised as it pulsates with each heartbeat.

“I think you took quite a beating,” states Marcus. “I’ll have to take that up with your kitchen floor. That nasty booger got the better of you!” This statement makes Lyla laugh and then wince with pain as her head throbs even more. “Sorry, didn’t mean to inflict more pain.”

“Ouch, I know.” She says softly.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 215) Made Of Stone

Lyla knows this oppressive mass is the same obscurity that tormented her while in Madrid. She is experiencing a similar intensity of fear, but even more so now. This is terrifying, exhausting, and she feels as if the very soul of her being is fading from her body. “Is this how I’m going to die?” she thinks to herself.

Suddenly before her eyes, this mass of black churning smoke begins to pull together and it forms into the shape of a man. Gradually, two eyes begin to appear and glare at her with hate and anger. Little by little, the clarity of them increases with intensity, as they become a piercing and intense green color.

Lyla wants to scream with all her might but the air does not come. Her lungs feel as if they are made of stone and any sound she attempts to make is unavailable and void. She knows she can no longer fight this horrifying presence and her body grows limp.

The last thing she hears is a loud hiss from Smokey followed by a deafening shattering sound that fills her head. Sharp pain radiates in her left shoulder as her body falls hard against the cold kitchen floor.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 214) Compression

“Oh you poor little girl!” Lyla states as she picks her cat up. “Are you okay?” She holds Smokey close and takes her over to the cabinet where she keeps the cat food.  “How did you end up in there?” She questions as she begins to open a can of food. She quickly glances back at the little door that is standing open.

Smokey did not just find her way in; someone must have put her in there but whom? No one is here other than herself, but then again, she has been asleep. Could someone have entered her home while she was napping? Did Marnie come back and somehow manage to get inside?

The little pantry is open about four inches and for such a small area, it appears very dark and mysterious. Lyla halfway expects a creepy little troll to step out of it. While Smokey is eating, Lyla walks over to the small space and once again hesitates to look inside. Slowly she peers in through the cracked door but immediately pulls back. She feels as if she must work fast to keep something from escaping. Slamming the door, she quickly latches it shut.

Lyla turns and stands up when engulfing her instantly, is a dark shadowy mist that generates immediate fear. It consumes the entire nook where she is standing. This shock causes her to inhale rapidly and with great pain building in her chest, she finds she is unable to exhale.

A crushing intensity surrounds her body as she realizes she is holding her breath but she so desperately wants to breathe. Now adding to the pain is a thickening compression in her throat as if strong hands are squeezing her violently around the neck choking her last breath away.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 213) Scratching

On her way across the expansive foyer to the kitchen, Lyla calls out for Smokey. Usually this tubby cat is within earshot and always ready to eat on demand but this time she does not come running.

“Smokey!” says Lyla loudly but again there is no response except for a strange scratching sound. “Smokey?” She questions as she enters the kitchen through the swinging door. There it is again, an abrasive cutting noise. It sounds like it is coming from the area of the little door that leads to the attic. Lyla flips the kitchen light on brightening the room and again she calls out. Finally, there is a response. “Meow!” pleads Smokey from inside the little cubical.

“Oh my gosh!” Lyla says as she hurriedly runs to the little door. “How did you get in there?” She quickly pulls the screwdriver out of the latch and Smokey dashes out of the dark space in a rush.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 212) Eyes Upon Her

By now, it is growing dark outside and the house seems to be closing in on Lyla. She feels stifled in some way as if she cannot freely do as she pleases. Trapped is too strong a word but there is something, something that is not right. She is hopeful that the rain does not delay Marcus’ flight; it is not as if she was going to see him or Destry tonight anyhow, but she certainly does not want them to have an extended trip due to the weather. She wishes he were here to talk to, he has always been the one to turn to for support, no matter the reason.

Lyla stands there in the middle of the dining room vulnerable to the now overwhelming feeling of eyes upon her. As she looks around at the darkening area, her thoughts go to Marnie with her extreme mood swings. Lately, she goes from somewhat acceptable behavior to paranoid and delusional. In addition, what did she mean about bringing death to their town? What is she referring to? Penny? How could she even say such a horrible thing? Penny’s death was the result of a terrible storm. It was an accidental death and nothing more.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 211) Strange Images

Lyla rolls the blanket back into a pillow like ball and leaves the living room. As soon as she steps into the foyer, she feels as if someone is in the dining room to her right. Turning, she looks at the painting hanging over the fireplace and it instantly makes her feel sad.

“What is up with you?” she walks toward it. “Why do you make me feel blue?” she asks as if talking to a person, she then shakes her head. “Okay, I’m acting like a crazy person again. Now I’m talking to artwork.” She steps up on the hearth and touches the dark wooden frame of the painting. With a sudden rush, she feels dizzy and as she turns around, she finds the dining room full of people. Music is playing and she can hear laughter throughout the room spilling out into the foyer. The entire place smells of rich vanilla candles and fresh rain.

As she looks out at the crowd, there is an enormous crashing sound of thunder. It causes the entire house to shake as it rumbles for what seems to be an extended amount of time. With another bright flash of lightning, the house grows dim and the power goes out leaving clusters of candles glowing throughout. Lyla blinks from the burst and as she opens her eyes, she finds herself alone in the center of the room. As she glances at the window, another strike of lightning hits very close by followed with thunder that is louder than the rumbles before. Still, this is nowhere near the intensity of what she just felt in her vision.

“Why do I keep seeing these strange images?” she asks herself.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 210) Swirling Mass

“Lyla, please stay with me.” The mysterious man says sweetly as he stops and reaches for her. Lyla continues to move toward him and she even reaches out to him. Suddenly, everything slowly goes black around them. He himself becomes a black swirling mass, and then as if enraged, he rushes her coming within inches of her face and yells her name, “Lyla!”

Gasping as she draws in a deep breath, Lyla sits up on the sofa looking around the sullen blue room as she holds onto the blanket that was covering her. She hears thunder rumbling and turns to look out the window at the green gray mixture of the trees and sky. She soon realizes it is raining outside as a spring storm encroaches on the small town.

“What time is it?” she says aloud as she looks at the clock on the table. It is four in the afternoon and the clouds rolling in are getting darker and darker as rain gently falls through the new growth of green leaves on the trees. There is no wind and only an occasional flash of lightning followed by a soft rumble of thunder.

Lyla finds it to be quite soothing and she debates on whether to stay put and sleep some more or get up and find something for dinner. After a few minutes of resting and listening to the pitter-pattering drops of rain, her stomach growls.

“Well that solves that problem” she says to herself. “I better get something to eat, I’m sure Smokey is ready for a snack as well.”

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 209) To Follow

There he is with the tall collar of his dark jacket pulled up high around his neck past his jaw line and to the tip of his nose. Lyla feels a rush of adrenaline as they stand there, side by side, both going in opposite directions. Her entire body is tingling with excitement. The street is dark yet she knows people are walking by as she and this man look into each other’s eyes. The shadowy world around them slows and all sounds are hushed as if diluted in rushing water. She is not cold or wet, but she wonders if it is raining.

Looking at this man, she sees that his eyes are full of expression. They are very bright yet deep as they penetrate into her inner being. She feels energized and drained at the same time as he suspends her in his gaze. What beautiful green eyes, she thinks to herself as he walks past, then turns and begins to back away. All this time he continues to look at her, almost through her. Lyla’s eyes are fixed on him as she turns to follow his lead. She cannot make out his features but somehow knows him, she recognizes him, this has happened before. He is walking backward watching her as she moves forward to follow.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 208) Afraid Of You

“Ahh, it sounds like your little early morning hunch paid off nicely then, well done.” Quinn smiles as he makes this statement. “Everything seems to be falling into place and we should be able to go home very soon.” He turns and proceeds toward the kitchen door.

“Well, I’m not actually in much of a hurry to leave.” Replies Crispin. Quinn stops again and lowers the bag as he looks at him. “No? And just why would we stay?” Quinn asks in a snappish manner. Crispin pauses slightly then walks over to Quinn, looks in the paper bag that he is carrying, and grabs a bright red apple from it. He is quiet as he wipes it clean with the sleeve of his shirt and with a loud crunch, takes a bite.

“You don’t exactly need me to answer that question, now do you.” Crispin says as he stands eye to eye with Quinn. He then grins, turns around and walks toward the center of the room.

“No, I suppose I do not but you also have responsibilities that you cannot and must not neglect. Therefore, you need to keep your mind sharp and not diluted by things that can never be.” Quinn states firmly as he stands his ground and waits for a reaction. Crispin does not turn to look at him when he answers.

“Never say never.” States Crispin as he takes another bite of the apple. Quinn begins to continue with his walk to the kitchen and then pauses keeping his focus on the kitchen door. “She is afraid of you, you know.” Quinn states clearly. Not waiting for a response from Crispin, Quinn enters the kitchen and closes the door behind him.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 207) With Surprise

Crispin is sitting at a small round table in the large room of the cottage. Months ago, he developed this place as a duplicate to his home in Ireland. It is located on a ridge of green grass, deep in the heart of several hundred acres of land, and very near the town where Lyla lives. He is going over paperwork when Quinn comes in from outside.

“Ah, there you are, Quinn. I was wondering where you got off to.” States Crispin as he closes the folder in his hands. He looks up and watches as the older man carries a large paper bag toward the kitchen. “What do you have there?” he asks.

“While you were napping from your early morning venture, I went into town to pick up a few things for lunch and dinner.” Quinn says as he continues to walk through the room. “Did you get rested up?” he asks as he passes by.

“Yes, and I must share with you some rather interesting information that I received during my predawn expedition.” Crispin stands up and taps his fingers on the table. “We just need to sit tight and await the arrival of Destry Boucher and Marcus Olwen. They should be arriving in town tonight.” He says with a very wide grin. Quinn stops and looks at Crispin with surprise.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 206) Impossible

Lyla walks back out onto the porch and looks down the road but Marnie is no longer in sight, that is if she was ever there at all. “Um, I’m sorry Robert, I must be mistaken.” Says Lyla as she ends the call before he even has a chance to say goodbye. Standing alone on her front porch, phone in hand, she looks around at her yard. Very confused, she turns and looks at the door, stunned.

“If Marnie has been with her brother all this time, then who was I talking to? What the hell is going on?” After pacing on the porch for several minutes, rethinking the events of the past few hours, Lyla enters her home and locks the door behind her. She walks to the living room, places her phone on the coffee table and sets down on the sofa.

Not only is she dazed and worried but she is trying to make sense of it all which at this point is impossible. Smokey jumps on Lyla’s lap and begins to purr but soon realizes Lyla’s heart is not in it. The stout cat jumps down and struts out of the room a bit offended. Lyla lies down on the sofa and covers up with a deep blue throw blanket that she keeps rolled up at the corner like a pillow. Closing her eyes, she quickly falls asleep.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 205) Right At Her

Standing at the top of the steps, Lyla watches as Marnie continues to walk down the sidewalk. Once she knows she is well on her way she steps inside the house and places another call to Marnie’s brother.

“Hi Robert” states Lyla. “Hey Lyla.” He replies.

“I thought I should let you know Marnie was just here and she is acting very strange. You may want to pick her up. She is about five houses down from mine on the left.” Lyla states calmly as she turns to shut the front door.

“You’re kidding, right?” he questions with a laugh. “I picked Marnie up and brought her home about thirty minutes ago after you called from the art shop.” Lyla can hear him walk a few steps and then he says, “She’s been asleep in her bedroom ever since.” Through the phone, Lyla hears the squeak of a door. “Yeah, she’s still in here, I’m looking right at her.” He says in a whisper.

A feeling of dread consumes Lyla as she tries to comprehend what is happening. How can this be? Marnie was just here and there is no way she could have made it home this fast. On foot, it is a good forty-five minutes to an hour away!

Excerpt 205

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