Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
“The vamps here would probably love you, though,” Meg says with a bright smile. “According to what I’ve read, they’re not as picky.”
“Good to know.” So the Dr Pepper I’m enjoying won’t save me here. I still drink it. “So, let’s say I buy this whole crazy story of yours.” This is the time when I look around again for the hidden cameras. If I had any friends, I would think they are punking me. “What exactly is it you want me to do?”
She chews on her lower lip, her nervousness apparent. “I need you to help me get back.”
“And how am I supposed to do that, sweetheart?” I ask. “I’m not exactly a…Planeswalker demon.” That’s what she called them. Yes, she believes in demons, too. “How am I supposed to find this door you’re looking for?”
Her hazel eyes fill with tears. She really believes the story. “I don’t know. I only know that you’re here, and you’re going to help me. I believe it. It wasn’t random coincidence that I found myself here. It was fate.”
I’m not so sure about that, but there’s no denying the technology she showed me. I want it. If I have to do some Internet searches to placate the girl, I’ll do it. Besides, she’s hot. Maybe when she realizes there’s nowhere else to go, she’ll turn to me. I can comfort her. It’s a nice prospect. My brain starts working overtime. I’m going to look at it as a problem to solve, like I’m taking the whole doorway to another plane shit seriously. After all, she dropped this piece of future tech into my lap. I kind of owe her.
“Okay, so no one knows where these doors are, right?”
Her pretty hair shakes around her shoulders. “No, most of them are well-defined. People move easily through them. The door to this plane is hard to find, and I think there’s more than one. I don’t know why. And there’s a whole supernatural world apparently. If we could find the vampire council here, that would be very helpful. Maybe they have a president or something we could talk to. Or a king.”
“Nice. Yeah, I don’t know where that is,” I reply. She’s taking surrealism to a whole different place. I respect it. “The door might be more helpful. So we have to suspect that this door is here in the city. Is it open all the time?”
“More than likely not,” Meg explains. “The other doors aren’t always open. I read that some people can open them at will, but others have to wait. The door from my village’s plane to the Vampire plane opens twice a day. I think we can assume the door here is something like that. It’s somewhere in the city. I don’t think I was out very long.”
“So there’s a door to a different plane right here in Fort Worth,” I muse. “It can’t be in an office building. Someone would probably notice a door opening to a faery world a couple of times a day. I bet weird stuff happens around it. It’s a long shot, but this baby is pretty cool.” I push the button that brings up the menu. “I need to run a search.”
“Of course, master,” the computer says with an inviting smile. “Which pornographic material should I seek out today?”
Oh, I totally glossed over the fun parts of this tech. “Really? You can do that?” I feel Meg’s stare. Judgment. There’s a whole lot of judgment in her eyes. I clear my throat and get back to business. “Nothing like that. I want you to run a search on all strange happenings in the city of Fort Worth, Texas. Use the human Internet, the primitive, sucky one. Check things like police reports and news articles and even blogs. I need a list of locations around the city where strange things happen.”
The hostess bows her head and winks out of existence to start her search.
“There,” I say to Meg. She’s looking at a photograph I keep on my desk. “We’ll have someplace to search soon.”
Meg’s face goes soft as she looks at the picture of four men in tuxedoes. They’re all smiling, with their arms around each other’s shoulders. I know the photograph well. I took it myself. “The twins are my cousins. They’re from Ireland.”
She nods and almost reverently touches the picture. “Their hair is short. It looks good, though. Why are they wearing tuxedoes? And who are the other men? Do they have other brothers on this plane?”
I’m used to women drooling over my very attractive cousins. No one pays me a bit of attention when Beck and Ci are around. Not that it would help them. It gives me great pleasure to tell her where the picture was taken. “Nope. Just a sister. They all live in Dublin. Those men are Beck and Cian’s husbands. I took that picture at their commitment ceremony.”