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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 376) State Of Shock

Lyla does not want to be alone, but she also realizes Crispin must take care of Quinn’s body, so she does as he suggest. Maybe he is right, maybe she is in a state of shock, for she feels numb and disconnected from what has happened. Crispin runs her a hot bath and has a fire started before she even decides to get up from the bed. He sits back down next to her.

“Are you leaving?” she asks.

“I did not plan to, but will if you want me to.” He replies as he holds her hand.

“I don’t want you to go.” She says as she stands up. He stands as well and pulls her hand to his lips.

“First, I must tend to a few things but I’ll be back shortly, Lyla.” He says gently as he squeezes her hand and leaves the room.

The bath is warm and it smells of sweet berries. She steps in letting the tap continue to flow until the water is up around her neck. The warm buoyancy is so relaxing that she finds herself becoming extremely tired and is completely unaware of what the time is or how long she has been soaking.

With the various memories she has recalled and the strange events of this evening fresh in her mind, she expects to hear sounds from Crispin moving about downstairs. Oddly, the house is eerily quiet except for the occasional snapping and popping from the fireplace.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 375) Downstairs

Instead of following the passageway to the first floor, Crispin stops at the entry to the guest bedroom. He pulls a latch and it clicks releasing a wooden side panel that opens to the room. This is the room Marcus and Lyla spent time in the night of the party. They discussed the odd things that were happening and Marcus explained his theory that Crispin might be a doppelgänger, which has turned out to be true.

“How did you know there was a hidden passage?” Lyla asks as she stands just inside the entry to the room. She looks back at the small hall and steep steps they just came from.

“I stayed here, with my aunt, for a short time when I was very young.” Replies Crispin as once again, he holds his hand out to assist her.

“I remember a girl my age would stand out near the road and look up at the windows. I used to tell myself she knew I was here.” He grins and Lyla wonders if the little girl he speaks of was her.

Sweetly, Crispin helps Lyla out of the passage keeping his arm around her as if he is afraid she will faint. He closes the thin door behind them and they walk out into the dark hall. He is extremely familiar with the layout of the house and takes Lyla directly to her bedroom. She sits on the bed while he turns the lamp on as well as the light in the bathroom.

“Would you like me to run you a bath?” he asks as he sits next to her. “While you’re in there I can start a fire so your room will be warm.” He looks down at the floor. “I must tend to things downstairs as well.” Lyla knows this is in reference to his uncle.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 374) Their Descent

To Lyla’s surprise Crispin takes her by the hand, picks the flashlight up from the floor, and leads her to the back wall of the attic. They follow it going east which takes them to a chimney. This flu services the fireplace to the second floor bedroom as well as the dining room on the first floor. He taps on an ornate block of wood and a thin door unlatches. Pulling it open, it creaks a bit as it scrapes across the floor. Crispin then steps inside the small hall as Lyla stands still watching him. He turns to look at her, smiles, and extends his hand.

“Come on, it will be alright.” He says softly. Holding on to Crispin’s hand, Lyla follows him through short little nooks that twist and turn as they make their descent. All the sharp angles and little steps remind her of what a haunted house at a carnival is like. They turn to the right and down several steps until they walk straight then turn to the left. She has no idea of which direction they are going.

How is it that Crispin knows of this passageway? It is as if he is more familiar with this house than she is. Months ago, when she was trying to find her way out of the attic she headed in the opposite direction and found herself in a trap.

“In a trap.” She thinks to herself. “Am I walking into a trap now?”

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 373) He Hesitates

“I am so sorry Lyla. I had no idea of what he was up to.” Crispin’s breathing is rapid as he glances at the darkness of the pit below. Lyla holds tightly to him, she is stunned by what she just witnessed and is shaking from the entire experience here in the attic. She feels horrible for Crispin and now has more questions than before. What is she to say to him? He just killed his own uncle.

“Are you alright? Did he hurt you?” Crispin asks as he holds her at arm’s length looking her up and down. “Your hand is bleeding.” He says as he holds it palm up.

“I must have cut it when I. . .” she stops before finishing the sentence.

“What is it?” He asks. He looks her in the eyes as if trying to read her thoughts then pulls her close once again hugging her tightly. She can feel his warm breath on her neck and she feels safe in his arms.

“You’re in shock, aren’t you?” He is holding onto her as if his life depended on it. Slowly he looks again at the opening to the ladder and knowing Quinn’s body will be at the bottom, he hesitates.

“We need to get you downstairs.” He says quietly. “Let me show you another way.”

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 372) Farewell

“I can’t have you waltzing in here destroying all that I have built.” Quinn says to Lyla in a calm yet arrogant tone, he then nods as if he thinks Crispin is still behind him. “My nephew does good work, actually the best that’s ever been. I can even say he taught me a thing or two, but he has a soft spot and it happens to be for you.” States Quinn in the same gravelly tone he used earlier.

Lyla now realizes that Quinn is the one that came back to the house after Marcus escorted Crispin out. He too must have the skills that Crispin spoke of for he proved to be a very convincing duplicate. “I believe it’s time to meet your fate, Lyla.” He says as he looks at the opening to the ladder. Even in the dim lighting, Lyla catches onto his intentions immediately. He is going to push her down the shaft! She grabs a hold of the railing with both hands and Quinn laughs.

“Handrails won’t save you when they are faulty.” He says as he kicks at the wood breaking her hold. With one more kick, the rail breaks free. It falls two stories to the floor below making a splintering cracking sound as it hits the bottom. “That’s too bad.” He says as he cringes at the sound it made. “I’m sorry dear, but the carpenters must have forgotten to secure the rail when they were here working on the house. I’m sure someone will feel very guilty about your fall and I assure you it won’t be me.” He grins in an evil way as the color in his eyes flash and Lyla steps back. Reaching his hand out to grab her he says, “I must now bid you farewell.”

“Indeed!” Crispin yells. He rushes at Quinn before he gets his hand on Lyla. Kicking him in the back, this sends Quinn into a stumble and he steps over the ledge, tumbling down into the dark abyss to fall victim to his own sordid ploy. Immediately, Crispin pulls Lyla to him, and holds her firmly as his eyes become tear-filled.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 371) Not So Fast

Lyla does not know which man to trust or which one is the true Crispin. However, now she notices something different in the man who is holding the other down. The swirling in his eyes has stopped as he watches her, focuses on her, almost pleading. Without warning, he is lifted into the air as if by an invisible force, and then slams down on the floor across the room. Now the man he was fighting stands up, wipes his hands off on his pants and immediately turns, quickly heading in Lyla’s direction. Unsure of what she has witnessed and of whom she can believe, Lyla begins to back up then makes a run for the ladder. Just as she places her hand on the rail, she feels his hand on her arm. His fingers are digging into her skin like knives as pain shoots through her muscles.

“Not so fast,” says a voice she recognizes but not as Crispin. She turns and sees the older man who bumped into her table in Madrid and she now remembers him as Quinn. This is the same man who cooked dinner for her and Crispin all those many months ago at the cottage.

“Wha. . . what?” she questions as she stares at him in disbelief. Looking over his shoulder, she sees Crispin lying on the floor, motionless. Stunned, she is void of what to say or how she should react as she looks into Quinn’s menacing eyes. A numb feeling comes over her and once again, she glances over Quinn’s shoulder. This time Crispin is gone.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 370) Stay Away

Lyla knew there was something odd about Crispin tonight. He was his sweet kind self during dinner, just as he was the night before. It is when he came back that something seemed, off. He was distant, darker in his statements and cold in his actions. How can she tell the difference between the two? Has she been dealing with the real Crispin or his twin all along? Suddenly the thunderous rushing sound that came with the wind has started to fade and the house is no longer shaking under the pressure. Lyla watches the two men stay in their position as they try to calm down.

As she moves to stand up she bumps a loose board causing it to make a popping sound and both men look in her direction. Lyla freezes in place for she is now the center of attention. The Crispin on the bottom that is being held down, speaks first.

“Lyla, help me.” He says in a weak voice and she immediately takes a step toward him. His eyes are wild, spinning and flashing as he tries to kick the man on top. Taking another step forward the man on top holds his hand out.

“No Lyla, stay away.” He says with much aggression. The man on the bottom speaks again.

“Lyla, you have to help me!” he says loudly.

“I don’t know what to do!” She replies with nervousness and confusion.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 369) Evenly Matched

The dark mistiness that Lyla has witnessed so many times before is spinning and whirling around both men as they battle each other fiercely. They seem to be evenly matched as they forcefully attempt to bring the other down.

“You have lost your way!” yells one of the men as he lunges forward pressing the other against a large beam of wood nearly snapping his back. With a rush of wind and a roaring sound that builds to such a point that Lyla covers her ears, the man pushes back trapping the other against two beams that cross each other.

His neck is resting between both boards as if he is in a guillotine. With all his might, he holds the man down in this position, pressing on his throat to stifle his breathing. The one on the bottom gasps for air as he grabs the arms of the other.

Lyla can see that both have the strange flickering spinning look to their eyes that she has seen many times, in person and in her visions. How is it that there are two Crispin Duffs? Does he have a twin? Or, has one twined the other?

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 368) Like Him

Lyla’s ears fill with a rushing sound, much like a loud waterfall, as she tries to awaken herself from this state. She does not want to see anymore from the past for she now knows Crispin’s intention all along was to kill her. She can now hear some of the sounds going on around her as well as feel the hardness of the wooden floor beneath her.

A strong scent of fresh sawdust fills the air. Voices, she hears voices of men talking, no, yelling. Suddenly she is back to the vision of her and Crispin and as she pushes him away she notices, his eyes fill with tears as he begs and pleads with her.

“Please do not make me do this.” He says softly but then grabs her by the head, pulling her towards him, forcing her eyes open to focus on his.

Again, he pleads for this not to happen. With a loud explosive popping sound, as if a large firework has gone off very near her, Lyla is suddenly alert to her true surroundings. Sitting up she sees the flashlight is still lying on the floor shooting a bright stream of light across the spacious area. To her disbelief, she sees Crispin fighting a man who looks exactly like him.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 367) Images Begin

Lying on the floor, Lyla feels as if the room is spiraling in all directions. Her senses are neither awake nor asleep as she closes her eyes in an attempt to stop the churning and twisting of the things around her. Flashes of images begin to appear to her and she tenses up as they play out in her mind. She is reaching out to tap Marnie on the shoulder but as she turns, she sees that it is Crispin. She backs up through a crowd of people and he follows. As he looks into the eyes of the people around him, his image changes to mirror them.

Suddenly she flashes into another scene, this time she is in the attic crawling backward through the beams. The space around her is as black as night and she cannot see much at all in the glow of the flashlight. She knows Crispin is close behind, following along as if hunting for the pleasure of the chase. His eyes are wild with color as he grabs at her foot pulling her back to him several times.

Her visions show that lightning flickers behind her as she watches Crispin turn into Marcus. She now covers her eyes and begins to cry then hears Crispin’s voice reciting a poem. The same one from the note he gave her last night along with the red tipped white rose. She now feels him kissing her softly.

Abruptly this vision flashes forward showing that she is hiding from him, terrified when he finds her huddled behind the cold bricks of the fireplace. Now she sees him in the moonlight pleading with her to come with him.

“Please stay with me, Lyla.” He says as his lips touch hers, pushing him back, she hears her own voice scream, “No!”

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 366) Not This Time

Lyla feels the sharp pricking sensation of fear as it runs up her legs to her spine. She fights the urge to run but where would she run to anyhow? She cannot even see her own hand in front of her face. Taking a chance, she bolts forward but Crispin grabs her around the arms causing her to let out a long scream.

“Oh no you don’t, I didn’t come all this way to let you just walk away! Not this time, not again! You are getting in the way and it has to stop!” He says loudly.

“What are you talking about? Let me go!” Lyla yells as she pushes and scratches at him.

During the scuffle, the flashlight drops to the floor and switches on. There in the dim light Lyla sees that familiar black misty smoke as it incases them in its swirling motion. The hold Crispin has on her is strong but she punches and kicks him until he loosens his grasp.

Breaking free, she runs in the opposite direction. Due to the many beams and braces that support the roofline, she does not cover ground very quickly and abruptly feels a tug at her shirt. This causes her to fall backward, landing on her hip and she scrambles to get back on her feet.

“It all stops now!” He bellows in a deep gravelly voice.

This frightening sound runs through Lyla causing her to feel extremely cold as she tries to flee. Again, he pulls her backward this time causing her to trip and hit her head on one of the thick heavy crossbeams. Dazed and feeling as if she is spinning, she falls back again landing hard on the wooden surface.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 365) Hunted

Lyla stands with the bright beam of the flashlight upon her as she begins to pull the strange pieces of the puzzle together. Crispin does not say a word but he lets out a very evil laugh as if her confusion pleases him dearly.

“Who I thought was Marnie turned out to be you and then you kept changing as I backed away. You’d look over at someone and then you became them.” She watches Crispin with wide eyes as she takes a few steps back. “I remember you attacked Marcus and then tried to hurt me.” She looks around the attic space. “Smokey jumped down and. . . you threw her out into the yard; I thought for sure you killed her!”

“Ahhhh, sweet Lyla remembers.” Crispin’s voice sounds very strange.

“I ran from you, I came up here.” Again, Lyla looks around as if trying to find a way to flee.

“Don’t worry. There is only one way in and one way out.” Crispin says as he stands next to the ladder that leads down to the main floor of the house.

“What is wrong with you? Why did we get to know each other again if all you wanted to do was hurt me?” She asks now letting her anger come through over her fear. She takes two steps back from where Crispin is.

“Do you remember crawling through the attic?” He asks as he quickly steps in her direction. “Do you remember the feeling of being hunted?” He turns the light out and the attic is now pitch black.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 364) She Was Me

“Turn the ceiling light back on, you’re blinding me with the flashlight.” Lyla is clearly losing her patients. “Why are you acting so weird?” she questions.

“Here, let me set the stage so I can better explain the chain of events,” says Crispin as he places two fingers over the flashlight dimming the beam but still illuminating Lyla’s face.

“You’ve just been told that your pastry-making town gossip friend has been found dead and Marcus has you believing foul play is to blame.” Crispin starts to circle around her with very slow deliberate steps.

“Then you see poor selfish Marnie, sulking in the corner, as you go to comfort her you discover she is not at all who you believe her to be.” Crispin stops behind Lyla then jumps in front of her and says, “Instead, she was me!” He flashes the light in Lyla’s eyes once again and she turns to the side to keep from being blinded by the beam.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 363) Lights Off

“Your thoughts?” Crispin asks as he steps off the ladder and joins her in the middle of the room.
“I really do not understand the significance of us coming all the way up here.”Lyla states as she looks around attic space. “You don’t?” He questions. “How about now?” As soon as he says the word now, he pulls the chain on the light causing the entire attic to go black. Immediately Lyla switches the flashlight on. She does not want to be here and definitely not with the lights off.

“What are you doing?” she questions hastily as she shines the light on his chest. “I’m trying to shock your memories back for you.” He says in a very calm, almost eerie tone. He takes a step toward her and she backs up slightly. “Do you remember lying on the beams over there?” He places his hand over hers as he directs the light to a boxed area, several feet away. It holds the wires and struts to the chandelier that hangs in the foyer. “What?” questions Lyla.

“You came up here to hide and watch the activity below by peering through the cracks where the wires and brackets feed through.” Says Crispin as he continues to shine the light on the area. “Now why in the world would I do that?” she laughs.

“Yes, that is a good question, isn’t it?” he points the flashlight at her eyes and she immediately throws her hands up to block the glare.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 362) Answers

An incredible amount of dread begins to press down on Lyla. She starts moving again as she continues to climb for what seems like an hour. The ladder spans the entire height of the first and second floors of the house and there is no place to step off and rest. “Why am I doing this?” she mumbles to herself.

“I didn’t catch that, what did you say?” asks Crispin. “I was just wondering what in the world I am doing this for.” She says loudly. “Answers, my dear. You are doing this for the answers.” He replies in an odd tone.

Reaching the top, Lyla steps out onto the wooden floor of the attic. The space is dark but not as dusty as she expected. The crew that repaired the structure actually did a terrific clean up after the project was done. The floor of the original space was not near as complete as it is now. Since there are many areas that can be used for storage, or converted into several small rooms, the restoration team installed flooring throughout.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 361) Up We Go

Lyla cannot quite put her finger on it but Crispin seems different somehow, colder and distant. Is he angry because Marcus caused such a scene? She does not feel as safe around him as she did earlier in the evening. “You know we should go to the living room and just talk a little more; maybe I’ll remember things without climbing into the dingy attic.” She says as she starts to turn the other way. Crispin blocks her path and takes her hand in his.

“Nonsense, here I’ll help you.” He says as he pops the door open, reaches inside the cubical and flips the switch on the wall next to the ladder.

“You know, we should probably grab a flashlight.” Lyla turns to go find one when Crispin tugs at her hand pulling her towards him. He points to the one he is carrying in his pocket.

“Would you feel better if you hold it?” He asks as he pulls it from his pocket and extends the light out toward her. Slowly, she takes it from him. “Come on, up we go!” He pushes her slightly as they both enter the small space. With him standing behind her, she barely has room to bend her knee to step on the first rung of the ladder. Very slowly, she starts climbing up. Her legs are shaking slightly from nervousness and as soon as she clears several steps, she hears Crispin place his foot on the wooden rung. She stops where she is.

“What is it?” He asks. Lyla does not respond immediately. She feels panicked and confused as to why this is necessary.

“Nothing, nothing at all.” she says as she tries to conceal her fright.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 360) Aversion

“The attic?” Lyla asks a bit shocked. She never expected to discover that her memories of the party would be tied to the attic. However, that is where the rescue team found her with Marcus. Unfortunately, this means she must enter the little pantry door in the kitchen and that will be a very hard task.

The dark diminutive space causes her distress and fear that she cannot explain. Each time she has tried to overcome this angst, something strange has happened which merely reinforces her aversion to it.  With visiting the attic now on the agenda, she instantly feels her heart rate go up.

“Yes, the only way for your true memories to return, will be by spending time in the attic space above us.” Crispin says as he pushes the swinging door open into the kitchen.

“I don’t know,” she says nervously. “Maybe I’m not ready for this.” She stops halfway through the doorway and smiles at him anxiously.

“It’s quite alright, Lyla, I’m here with you.” He says as he puts his arm around her gently pulling her with him as he steps closer to the little door.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 359) He Looks Up

From where Lyla is in the kitchen, she hears a faint knock on the front door. “Oh good, Crispin did come back.” She says as she walks from the kitchen to the door. Opening it up she finds her intuition was true.

“Hello, Lyla.” Says Crispin as he watches her carefully for a reaction. She steps out and gives him a hug. “What’s that for?” he questions.

“I just want you to know everything is okay.” She says as she tugs at his arm pulling him into the house. “I do have more questions though.”

“Oh yes? What about?” He quizzes.

“The night of the party, I need to know everything that happened the night of the party.” She says.

“Why? What has prompted such an interest?” he questions.

“Marcus did.” She replies. Crispin lifts his chin a bit as he looks up at the ceiling and Lyla continues. “He brought up a few things and I need to know the truth. I need to find all of my memories from that night.” She says as she stands directly in front of him.

“Alright then.” Crispin says in a low tone, “We must start in the attic.”

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 358) Intentions

Marcus hears Crispin’s words loud and clear. With all of his memory back in full force, he knows Crispin can easily kill him, right here in the middle of the street with no questions asked. He also knows Destry can become more of a target than she already is but how is he supposed to protect Lyla in this as well? He cannot just let her fall victim to this malice. “What is your obsession with Lyla? Don’t you think you’ve hurt her enough?” Marcus states firmly standing his ground, but inside he is petrified. Crispin lets out a loud boisterous laugh that startles him.

“You really think I have to answer to you?” Crispin asks as he smiles. “My intentions are good when it comes to Lyla, so do not worry your creative little mind about that. I assure you, Marcus. . . I will protect and care for Lyla far better than anyone, including you.” He holds his stance and Marcus takes a step back.

“If you hurt her. . .” Marcus starts to say but Crispin interrupts him.

“I won’t, Marcus. . . you have my word on that.” Crispin practically bows as he steps back.

He turns and slowly walks into the shadows of the tree-lined street. A slight tapping sound echoes with each step taken. Marcus strains as he watches him walk away and maybe he is just tired from jet lag, but it looks as if Crispin disappears into thin air. Rubbing his eyes Marcus tries to focus again in the direction of Crispin’s retreat but it seems he is now quite alone. Shivering slightly, he is not sure if the air is simply cooler, or if his contact with Crispin is the cause.

Marcus resumes walking in the direction of the art shop but his pace quickens after only a few steps. In his mind, he cannot get to Destry fast enough.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 357) Telling You

Marcus knows exactly what Crispin is capable of doing, and out here in the dark, there would be no witnesses. However, this knowledge does not sway him from standing firm.

“I’m not threatening you, Marcus. I’m asking that you mind your own business for a change and stop trying to control Lyla.” Crispin says calmly. “Control Lyla? You have a lot of nerve making a statement like that!” states Marcus loudly.

“Shhhh,” Crispin shushes Marcus like a child as he glances up and down the street. Then in a sarcastic manner says, “A loud voice can make even the truth sound foolish.” Again, Crispin looks up and down the street then steps very close to Marcus. “I am asking you. . . no, I am telling you that you need to back off and worry about your own dealings. Long churning makes bad butter my friend.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Marcus asks. “It means,” says Crispin as he grits his teeth with anger, “you need to stay out of my business Marcus and let Lyla do her own thinking.” Crispin cannot make this statement any more blatant.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 356) Threatening

As Marcus pushes through the back gate of Lyla’s yard, Crispin steps under the glow of the streetlight and approaches him immediately. His demeanor is far from what it was several minutes ago.

“Marcus, dear friend,” says Crispin as he walks up putting his arm around him as if they are old pals. “I find it rather annoying that you are still interrupting my plans.” Marcus is caught off guard and completely unsure of what to say. He is still very angry but now feels slightly intimidated as he walks along with Crispin’s slow pace. “Lyla and I have been doing quite fine without your meddling ways. Do you see me interfering with you and Ms. Boucher? No, you don’t but you know with all your heart that if needed, I can indeed wreak havoc on your beloved’s life.” Crispin tightens his arm around Marcus and their steps become even slower.

“I think you understand what I’m saying, can you confirm that for me?” he asks politely. Marcus does not say a word and Crispin stops walking. “I like you, Marcus. You and I could actually be good friends. Don’t you think?” he asks in a lighthearted manner, Marcus does not reply. “I’ve been given a second chance at winning Lyla’s heart and I will not let you destroy what she and I have accomplished.” Crispin releases his hold on Marcus and both men stand face to face under the dim streetlights.

“So you’re threatening me?” says Marcus rather boldly.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 355) Fool Again

“Duff plays games with people, Lyla. Don’t you remember?” Marcus lowers his voice and becomes calm. “No one is safe around that guy or the goons he employs. I just watched it happen. His right hand man Quinn was on the phone with him when Destry and I left. If Duff gave a flying leap about anyone he would not have let Quinn restrict the family from gathering what is rightfully theirs.” Marcus walks over to Lyla and gives her a hug.

“I don’t want you to get hurt.” Says Marcus softly. They hold each other in the foyer for quite some time before either one says another word. Lyla speaks first. “Listen, you should go home, relax and get some sleep. I’ll pop in tomorrow and we can discuss things when you’re not so worked up.” She says in a tranquil tone. “I think we both have things to share and maybe when we’re not so exhausted everything will make more sense.”

“You should stay with me. I don’t like the thought of you being here alone, especially if he is back. Damn, I brought Destry here so she wouldn’t have to endure being around anyone from Duff Industries and here we are, in the middle of the lair.” Marcus stops and looks toward the back door. “And right now she is alone and your buddy Duff sure did want to leave quickly! I’ve got to go!” says Marcus hastily.

“Marcus, he has no reason to go after her.” Yells Lyla as Marcus runs out the back door. “At least I don’t think he does.” She mumbles, as she stands in the house, alone, and in the dark. A shiver goes through her. “Has this all been a well planned ploy and I’m the fool again?”

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 354) Caged Animal

“I have remembered things as well and I’ve learned things about him that you have no concept of.” Lyla says forcefully as she defends herself. “Believe me, I understand where you’re coming from but sometimes you need the whole story before you make rash decisions!”

“Lyla! He tried to kill us all and if it hadn’t been for the storm, he would have succeeded!” Replies Marcus.

“No, that’s not at all how it was. I remember the party.” She says.

“Do you? What do you remember? The guests showing up? Maybe the music? Do you remember me dragging you away from him and telling you I found Penny? Do you remember him grabbing me by the throat pushing me away from you until he slammed me up against the wall so hard that it knocked me out?” Marcus runs his fingers through his hair once again as he paces back and forth in the foyer like a caged animal.

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It is obvious that Marcus is dead serious about his warnings to Crispin. Lyla nods to Crispin that she understands his statement as he steps back into the house just as Marcus turns around.

“I’m going to make sure he leaves.” Marcus mumbles as he follows Crispin. Lyla grabs for his arm but he pulls away without a pause. Once he is halfway down the hall, he sees Crispin go out the front door. Quickly he runs up and locks it. Turning around Lyla is standing in the hall with a look of disbelief on her face.

“What in the hell are you doing talking to that, that horrible thing for?” asks Marcus as he runs his hand through his curly hair and paces back and forth full of anger. “Have you gone nuts?”

Lyla just looks at him and tries to think of how to explain what she has learned from Crispin about his life. “Marcus, I. . .” stammers Lyla but he interrupts her.

“I remember what was going on with him, I remember what I researched, and I remember finding Penny dead!” says Marcus loudly. “Then here you are acting like you’re the best of friends. What kind of story is he telling you that you actually believe it?”

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