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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 200) Riddles

“I’m going to get you a bottle of water okay?” says Lyla as she starts to stand up. “No!” whispers Marnie as she tugs on Lyla’s arm pulling her to the floor. “Marnie, what has gotten into you lately?” says Lyla as she sits down hard.

“He’s here; he’s going to kill me!” Marnie leans up and peers over the counter looking at the front door.  She then turns and looks in the direction of the dark storage room and immediately drops back to the floor grabbing Lyla’s shoulders pulling her within inches of her face. Marnie’s breath is an awful mixture of alcohol, garlic, and bad hygiene. Lyla does all she can to not breath in the stench but it quickly becomes too much. She slowly pushes Marnie’s hands off her shoulders and leans away from her.

“I’m trying to help but you keep talking in riddles.” Says Lyla as she keeps her distance. “I don’t have a clue of what or who you’re talking about.” Marnie stares at Lyla with a blank expression and the look in her eyes is one of hopelessness. She starts to cry.

“You don’t remember?” she asks Lyla in a whisper. “You don’t remember any of it?” Her voice sounds odd almost gruff and her eyes grow big. The look on Marnie’s face is wild and very uncharacteristic. She has always been melodramatic but this is the worst Lyla has ever seen. She looks at Lyla’s hands and face as if studying them for a clue. Then she slowly pushes backward away from Lyla before standing up very quickly. Lyla follows and stands up as well but not before Marnie pushes her to the side and makes a run for the door.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 199) He’s Here

“Marnie, what on earth?” exclaims Lyla as she watches her friend dunk behind the sales counter. She can hear her sobbing and moving around so Lyla approaches slowly. “Marnie, what is wrong?” Lyla whispers as not to surprise her in any way. She glances back at the door to see if the large dog she encountered earlier in the morning could be the culprit of Marnie’s hysterical state.

“He’s coming to get me, he’s here, and I saw him!” she stammers as tears run down her cheeks. Marnie is sitting on the floor, knees curled up as she holds them with her pale arms. She is a wreck, mascara smudges cover her eyes and her hair looks as if she has not combed it in days. Her eyes are wild, looking around frantically at the little shelves and storage places, as if someone might be in there hiding. One word comes to mind as Lyla watches Marnie’s frightening display, insanity.

“Who is coming, Marnie?” Lyla asks calmly as she kneels down next to her. She reaches out and takes Marnie’s hand. “You’re okay, Marnie.” Lyla sits with her in silence for several minutes waiting for her friends breathing to slow so they can have a calm conversation. From the way the sun is hitting the floor as it shines through the gallery window, it must be around eight in the morning. More sounds can be heard from outside as shop owners and employees make their way to work.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 198) The Spectacle

On the street is a trash truck making loud clanking sounds as it goes from one garbage container to another picking up and dumping trash on its weekly run. Lyla is stunned and unsure of what she just experienced. Was someone here? She is at the railing, looking down at the gallery. If this were a dream, would she not have awoken on the sofa? Was she sleepwalking? She stands up and walks over to the stairs to leave. Halfway down there is a sudden rapping on the glass door.

“Lyla let me in! Let me in!” screams Marnie from outside. She is hammering her fists on the glass door with such force, Lyla fears she will break through. Even with all the mechanical sounds of the pounding and thumping from the trash truck, Marnie’s screams are loud and clear.

As Lyla opens the door, Marnie thrust herself inside practically knocking Lyla off her feet. The trash man and two other individuals arriving at their jobs stop to watch the spectacle Marnie is displaying. Lyla closes the door behind her and turns around.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 197) Odd Tension

Due to all of the activity in the past few hours, Lyla chooses to stay at the art shop for the remainder of the early morning hours. The last thing she wants is to confront the angry dog again so she walks upstairs to the loft, lies back on the sofa and closes her eyes. Even though she is now very tired, she does not intend to fall asleep. Her goal is to relax for a moment and let some time pass before going home. After several minutes, she hears a sound from the gallery below and leans up to peek over the railing. Someone is at the front door and they are jiggling the handle as if turning the lock. When the door pops open, a man enters the building. It is so dark Lyla is not able to distinguish who this is until he switches the light on.

“Marcus?” She sits up straight and he looks up at her. “How did you get here so fast? I thought you said you wouldn’t be in town until much later today.” Lyla watches intently as her friend stands quietly looking up without saying a single word. “What?” She questions surprised he has not spoken to her. “Did jetlag get the better of you?” She says as she leans over the railing with a huge smile across her lips. That is when she notices it. There is a strange glimmer in his eyes and any likeness he has to Marcus is now slowly being replaced with the face of a stranger. An odd tension forms in the air as a ripple of fear quickly encircles Lyla like a blast of strong wind.

Pressure consumes her instantly and she feels frozen in place unable to speak or move. The air seems too thick to breath and she feels pain in her lungs. She cannot fight the heaviness and begins to lose consciousness when a loud crashing sound jars her out of this attack. Instantly the man disappears and Lyla finds herself looking down at the empty gallery floor where streaks of early morning sunlight streams in from outside.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 196) Twin Flowers

“Really, that’s funny; the guy that was just here is from Ireland. I wonder if he would know anything about this business. Let’s see if there are any details on here.” Lyla says to herself as she tips the billing invoice toward the dim light.

“Large painting ready for pick up on Friday. Duff picked it up one day early on Thursday.” Continues Lyla as she reads aloud. “Twin flowers.” She pauses slightly. “Hum, that could easily be the title of the painting hanging over my fireplace.” She laughs not realizing this note is indeed in reference to her painting. Not only that, but it was ordered and paid for by the Irishman she was just speaking to.

Other than finding the invoice, Lyla comes up empty handed as far as any extra details are concerned. She decides to place the paper in the cash register so she will remember to ask Marcus about it.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 195) Constant Company

“Well now that you’re safe and sound, it is best that I go along my way, for constant company wears out its welcome. Do take care.” Says Crispin as he unlatches the door and steps outside.

“Please be careful, and thank you.” Says Lyla “Oh, but I didn’t catch your name!” she yells just as he closes the shop door. She quickly walks over and looks out as she engages the lock but does not see her newfound friend anywhere. Thankfully, the dog appears to be gone as well. Not thinking much of it, she goes back to the counter where she flips through the files looking for the invoice that reads, duplicate painting.

“Oh I wish I hadn’t filed it because now I can’t remember the name of the company.” She continues to flip through the folders and variety of statements that are in order per letter of the alphabet. The last invoice in the D section is for Duff Industries out of Ireland and she pulls it out of the box.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 194) Your Story

Crispin cannot divulge the truth and reason for his early morning stroll for it involves watching her, manipulating her dreams as she sleeps, and his profound desire to get closer. Thus, he poses this scenario.  “I suppose my walking problem is due to jet lag. What’s your story for being out and about antagonizing a dog the size of a horse?” he questions as he turns to look outside. Lyla brings the box out from the back room.

“I couldn’t sleep, and since my friend who owns this gallery and his new love interest are returning tomorrow,” Lyla stops and looks up in thought as she tips her head left then right. Her pause makes Crispin slightly nervous but he soon realizes it has nothing to do with him. Once she deduces the timing of Marcus and Destry’s arrival she continues,

“Which I suppose is actually later today,” she grins. “I thought I’d come in and get a few things organized for him.” She plops the box on the counter. Crispin smiles and is glad to hear Marcus is bringing Destry here. It will make his job all the easier but most of all he will be able to focus more of his time on Lyla than he originally thought. However, he still needs to find a way to help her understand the truth about him once her memories return. The last thing he wants is for her to run in the other direction.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 193) Avoids Answering

Lyla and Crispin stand there looking at each other as energy begins to build in the air around them. He so very badly wants to win her back and to help her understand his world and his purpose. Most importantly, he wants her to realize how significant she is to him and how he longs to reach out and hold her.

“You know, I have a sneaking suspicion that you’re not from around here,” she says sarcastically as she shakes her finger at him in a teasing manner. For some reason Lyla is now feeling very comfortable and at ease, as if this stranger is an old friend.

“I have no idea how you guessed that!” Crispin replies in his thick Irish accent. He laughs and says, “You must have psychic abilities.”

“Of course, that’s why I feel the need to ask so many questions.” She laughs. “So what brings you here, to this little town and a walk at two a.m.?” Lyla asks as she steps into the back room to grab the box of invoices from the shelf.

“I own a little place, a cottage, just to the west of town and use it as my haven when in the states.” He responds honestly hoping this might trigger her memory. He cleverly avoids answering why he was out at this time of the morning.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 192) Bit Of Banter

Crispin desperately wants Lyla to recall their past, particularly the strong feelings they shared for each other. Mostly, he cherishes the night they spent at the cottage a mere six months ago. That night was magical as they sat up until the wee hours of the morning talking and sharing stories until they both became too tired to continue. He held her in his arms for the first time and continued to do so even after she fell asleep. He knows they are supposed to be together and feels they fell in love that night. This is what he wants her to remember. It is what he wants her to want.

“The dog in gone now, I should probably be going.” He says softly and without urgency. “I don’t mean to be rude, but what were you doing out here at two in the morning?” she asks. There is a slight pause before Crispin answers. “I believe I could ask the same of you.” He replies. As he turns to look at her, he grins because he knows to expect a bit of banter.

Lyla cannot help the overwhelming feeling that she somehow knows this man. Stepping closer to him, she studies his features, which surprises Crispin a little. He begins to think, just for a moment as they stand there face to face that she remembers, but he is wrong.

“We’ll I’m lucky you came along and I appreciate the assistance.” She says with a smile.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 191) Form Of Amnesia

Quinn does a good job at erasing the memories of anyone affected by Crispin’s travels throughout the world. It is a type of hypnosis that he imposes onto the unsuspecting victims to remove specific recollections and thoughts. Some stronger willed individuals are not quite as susceptible, for instance Marnie; she is left with snippets of thoughts that do not quite make sense. This is what can create the appearance of insanity.

Lyla would be much like Marnie, for she too would not have easily surrendered to Quinn’s ploy. However, she and Marcus both suffered injuries and slight concussions due to flying and falling debris from the powerful storm. It is this form of amnesia, mixed with what Quinn dealt out, that keeps their memories strictly suppressed.

What Crispin wants most is for Lyla to remember the good things they experienced together those many months ago. Even if it is just long enough for him to explain his actions so she can look past the bad. When he and Lyla collided in Madrid, he felt the same jolt of energy she did. He knows this to be true because he saw the look in her eyes and he is hopeful this is an indication of wonderful things to come.

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