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Date Posted: Saturday, February 11, 09:08:27pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 387+" on Wednesday, February 08, 08:18:13pm
Michael pushed away from the desk and smiled as he looked at the reports that he had finished. When he had started this type of work, he didn’t think he would find it boring. But now, after starting to take on the business aspects of the gallery and having a true family, while trying to plan a wedding that Nikita wanted and simply didn’t know that she wanted, Michael wasn’t missing having ten cases waiting for his attention.
He had benefited by having Jason eager to assist with computer research and sometimes Jason found the answers before Michael could even finish the questions on some cases. There were even some times that he’d be in the lab working, Nikita would drop by, see something and ultimately solve the complex problem. But Michael still solved a lot – it just wasn’t his whole life now.
He was ready to open up the computer and start to work on the books for the gallery when there was a knock at the door. Michael paused and waited.
“Michael, I know that you are in there,” Nat’s voice spoke and Michael pushed the computer away from his hands. He crossed the way to the door and opened it up. “Why are you here?”
Nat sighed and Michael sighed. “Nat… I need to plan a wedding.”
“I don’t even know if I truly have a case,” Nat shrugged his shoulders and Michael frowned. “You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t believe that you had something.”
“I lack proof,” Nat commented and Michael stepped back and then closed the door. “I should have gone to the gallery.”
“I need you to work on this, Michael. I feel that it is something bad,” Nat pulled out the disk and Michael leaned his head back. “This is unofficial.”
“As I said, right now, there isn’t proof linking these together…”
“Multiple cases?” Michael inquired and Nat nodded his head up and down. “I wanted to deny it… I’ve been denying it for too long…”
Michael snatched the disk out of Nat’s hand and walked to the lab computer and shoved the disk into the computer. “Maybe Jason will be able to handle this.”
“I think you and Jason are going to have to work on this,” Nat rubbed his hand along the back of his neck. “It’s been keeping me up… for a while.”
“For over eight months,” Michael commented as he looked at the date of the oldest file that was on the disk before even looking at any of the information. “Why did it take so long?”
“I didn’t see it at first,” Nat turned away from Michael, allowing him to start reviewing the materials.
Nat went to the kitchen and brewed some coffee and stared out the window. He jumped when Michael was beside him, pouring the coffee. “This has troubled you.”
Nat was surprised to see that he had been staring out the window for almost an hour. He nodded his head up and down. “Yes.”
“I don’t see any connection. The incidents are all different in style, scope, victimology, location,” Michael started out outline just as Nat thought that he would outline. “Because you are only looking at those events.”
“What else was I to look at?” Michael inquired and Nat shook his head from side to side. “I thought you’d catch it.”
“Catch what?” Michael asked as he handed the cup of coffee he was pouring to Nat. Nat stared at the coffee and moved to the computer and launched an internet browser. He logged onto an account pulled up a calendar. “These are the events that are on the disk.”
“Yes,” Michael nodded his head. “And they weren’t all murders… there were car accidents… drug overdose… drowning…”
“Plotted,” Nat declared and Michael arched an eyebrow. “How does one plot a drowning?”
“If it’s truly murder,” Nat countered as he pulled up another calendar that wasn’t labeled. It showed all the days before an event on the first calendar that something happened. “What’s that?”
“Does it look like a pattern?” Nat asked without answering Michael’s question. Michael frowned and crossed his arms. “Nat, you can almost make anything look like a pattern. I need to know what that second calendar indicates.”
“But it could be a pattern… something that could be causing these other things to happen,” Nat continued to push. Michael narrowed his eyes and rolled his shoulders back. “Again, I need the facts of what you think you are seeing.”
“What if they were good things?” Nat shrugged his shoulders.
“Nat…”
“And these things… although they might be accidents… or a drowning… they were extreme, right?” Nat continued to push. Michael glanced at the calendar again, trying to figure out what it was that Nat was seeing.
Michael caught the one date and thought back his memory. It was just a little bit ago. In fact, it was one of the days that he knew that Davenport had pulled off a job as the Angel.
With a shake of his head, Michael pushed the thought out of his head.
“You thought of something?” Nat inquired and Michael swallowed and shook his head. “Nope… not at all.”
“Really?” Nat asked again. Michael glanced at the second calendar and blinked. The night that Nikita had to go out to ease her mind to pull off two jobs as the Angel.
“Things in life can be a coincidence,” Michael warned and Nat turned while folding his own arms over his chest. “A coincidence that all of these things happened almost exactly 23 hours after the Angel took care of something bad?”
Michael knew that he couldn’t hide his shock with what Nat had said. “That’s not possible…”
“Not the next day, Michael. Not 24 hours after… almost exactly 23 hours after… 23 hours and 5 minutes sometimes… sometimes 22 hours and 50 minutes… but every single one… and in fact, I found some jobs that the Angel did that I didn’t know about by finding these bad things,” Nat outlined.
Michael shook his head as he rubbed his hand across his face. “Bad things happen Nat. You can find something bad happening almost for every good thing that happens. You are making something out of this that is truly nothing.”
“Then prove that to me,” Nat stepped away. “Because it doesn’t feel like that, Michael. It feels like… a devil… striking back.”
Michael exhaled and looked at Nat. He wanted to say no, but he was going to look into this.
Just in case Nat was right.
“This is bad, Michael. Someone knows.”
“All the Angel jobs that are on here… were in the media,” Michael countered as he shook his head. “You just don’t read the paper… so it isn’t like if someone is doing what you think they are doing… that they are doing it because they know who the Angel is…”
“Thank goodness it’s not just one person now,” Nat picked up the coffee and returned it to the kitchen. “I like it when the Angel is busy…”
“The Angel doesn’t get busy,” Michael turned his head but he didn’t turn his body to look at Nat. He had tried to explain this to Nat before. “The Angel gets involved because no one else can get involved… or it is something so bad… so wrong… so corrupt… the Angel gets involved where it would be impossible for the police.”
“Maybe it’s time for the Angel to stop.”
“Do you want to be in the world that doesn’t have the Angel?” Michael turned and looked at Nat. “It doesn’t take away from the police… and I think our children are lucky to have a protector out there… for the good of the world.”
“Maybe until you find proof that there isn’t a Devil out there… retaliating for the Angel… the Angel should lay low.”
“That’s like asking a baby not to cry,” Michael countered s he shook his head from side to side. “And you said it, there is no proof.”
“And I hope that you don’t find proof. I truly hope that you find no proof.”
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